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We Run
Who?!Who, who is this person you're talking about?!Who is this person you're talking about?!Too hard for me now?!ISHi?!Who is him?!Who is he?!We can run the world, we can, we can run the worldWe can run the world, we can, we can run the worldWe can run the world, we can, we can run the worldWho-who-who-who-who-who is he?Who-who-who-who-who-who is he?Who-who-who-who-who-who is he?(Haaan)I got dreams, cash and the creamGround like a fiend for shit you've never seenWatch me take it over, bitch they coming overMoney, we count it over, my niggas, they never soberI pull up in a Bent, dark tint, black gun sippin' clearBent, Clark Kent, black shoes, my attitude'sFuck for the dollar, nothing, hit the bottleFifth clap skater lap, all black Raider hatServed the customers to custom made the PorscheNasir Jones, homie, the world is yoursLetras de cancionesI'm Tony Montana with a bitch from AtlantaAt the Caesar Cabana, then I'm ghost like a phantom, haanDirty money hit me like a needleGot me standing on the street like the BeatlesI'm a motherfucking coke boyBaby, come and run the world with a dope boySo people, looking through the needleThis isn't where we startedThey see you're running to the fieldsDeep inside a capsule, freedom, you know nothing at allWe runWe runWe runWe can run the worldKing amazing in weather, rocking big leathersCatch him on the block stocking since the red jettersMonkey flipping, bread gamble with the chop headersWon't take no shorts, we don't jock niggasFast and furious, though curiousThat I'll put up if you're from your home JuliusJust bounce, drop the Uzi and fly, meet you at the RitzSweet 19 and switch up the whips, yoYoung De Niro, the black hand, mafia gang landWhere niggas bang out and do the same jamI be in Brazil stroking 'em downAnd for the hell I blam you, then fly like Pan Am doWhoever said I went down? I was configuratin' this moneyTo feed my babies monthly and retireBut now I'm more larger, smarter, call me the martyrThis separating me from these authorsSo people, looking through the needleThis isn't where we startedThey see you're running to the fieldsDeep inside a capsule, freedom, you know nothing at allAt allAt allYou know nothing at all
From Letras Mania