We Run Lyrics - Singles - Ishi

Who?! 

Who, who is this person you're talking about?! 

Who is this person you're talking about?! 

You answer me now?! 

ISHi?! 

Who is he?! 

Who is he?! 

We can run the world, we can, we can run the world 

We can run the world, we can, we can run the world 

We can run the world, we can, we can run the world 

Who-who-who-who-who-who is he? 

Who-who-who-who-who-who is he? 

Who-who-who-who-who-who is hi? 

(Haaan) 

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I got dreams, cash and the cream 

Ground like a fiend for shit you've never seen 

Watch me take it over, bitch be coming over 

Money, we count it over, my niggas, they never sober 

I pull up in a Benz, dark tint, black [?] 

Bent, clock in, black shoes, my attitude's 

Fuck for the dollar, nothing, hit the bottle 

Fifth clap skater lap, all black raider hat 

Served the customers to custom make the Porsche 

Nasir Jones, homie, the world is yours 

I'm Tony Montana with a bitch from Atlanta 

At the [?] Cabana, then I'm ghost like a phantom, haan 

Dirty money hit me like a needle 

Got me standing on the street like the Beatles 

I'm a motherfucking coke boy 

Baby, come and run the world with a dope boy 

Photos 

Some people, look in through the needle 

This isn't where we started 

They see you running through the fields 

Deep inside a capsuled, freedom, you know nothing at all 

We run 

We run 

We run 

We can run the world 

[?] amazing in weather, rocking big leathers 

Catch him on the block stocking since the red jetters 

Monkey flipping, brand gamble with the chop headers 

Won't take no shorts, we don't jock niggas 

Fast and furious, though curious 

That I'll [?] from your home Julius 

Just bounce, drop the Uzi and fly, meet you at the Ritz 

Sweet 19 and switch up the whips, yo 

Young De Niro, the black hand, mafia gang land 

Where niggas bang out and do the same jam 

I be in Brazil stroking 'em down 

And for the hell I blam you, then fly like [?] do 

Whoever said I went down? I was configurating this money 

To feed my babies monthly and retire 

But now I'm more larger, smarter, call me the martyr 

This separating me from these authors 

So people, looking through the needle 

This isn't where we started 

They see you're running to the fields 

Deep inside a capsule, freedom, you know nothing at all 

At all 

At all 

You know nothing at all 

Yeah, all that [?] 

Revolution eyes gangstas heads broccoli 

[?] snipers and broccoli 

This is all graphic from professinal killas, it's true 

Don't get excited until we tell you too 

Motile magnificent heavy armor rap 

We go until the clock stop, don't bother black dudes 

Billy club boys, those architects and street politics 

Keep it hard like scholarships 

Stadium shit, listen 2 bars exemplified 

All I know is some came and some died 

But from the cloth to the wardrobe fly, rich 

Intelligent drama king is interchangeable like the Morris code