Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Run, artist - iSHi. Date of issue: 28.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Run |
| 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) |
| 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 |
| 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 |