We Run (Remix) Lyrics

?iSHi Lyrics



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?


I got dreams, cash and the cream
Ground like a fiend for sh*t you've never seen
Watch me take it over, b*t*h be coming over
Money, we counting it over, my n***as, they never sober
I pull up in a Bent, dark tint, black
Bent, clock in, black shoes, my att**ude's
F**k for the dollar, nothing, hit the bottle
Fifth clap skater lap, all black raider hat
Served the customers to custom made the Porsche
Nasir Jones, homie, the world is yours
I'm Tony Montana with a b*t*h from Atlanta
At the Cabana, then I'm ghost like a phantom
Dirty money hit me like a needle
Got me standing on the streets like the Beatles
I'm a motherf**king coke boy
Baby, come and run the world with a dope boy


Some people, look in through the needle
This isn't where we started
They see you running through the fields
Deep inside a capsule, freedom, you know nothing at all
We run
We run
We run
We can run the world

I got these funny MC's keep tryna get the lyrics
I got 300 Don C’s and I can barely fit ‘em
I’m like a nymphomaniac dating a schizophrenic
What I said is when I get her bettin’ I’m have ridiculous?
We can run the world, just get the handcuffs off us
Mr. Officer, don't want no problems
I don't got no Glock, no girl, why you so forceful?
It's like I'm sounding like Floyd before another
How you n***as doing, take off, sitting on mama's couch?

I'm forever a poet, I was never a killer
when it grips,
Rocking on a great figure that doubled my digits
said I'm out of shape, n***a still running this city


So people, looking through the needle
This isn't where we started


Ayo, he mad 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 n***as
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 n***as bang out and do the same jam
I be in Brazil stroking 'em down
And for the hell I blame 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
We run
We run
We run
We can run the world




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