J. Stalin Last Night Lyrics

I’m not your superman, girl I’m your freaky friend.

I’m not your other guy.

I’m the nigga on your Ipod.

Livewire get it like arewar, sometimes I’m too fly..

I think that I need wings,

Girl I know your impressed by the things that money brings

I’m not your other nigga

I do it way bigger, c’mon on baby do the possible

[Chorus:]

Last night she got on top of me,

I gaaave it to her just howww she likesss.

Now she back for more..

No I gotta get down….

Walk to the club and prove to her

Give me give me give me some of that grindin’ love

And even tho I don’t be dancing Ima gangsta nigga with gangsta rhythm

Though it’s easy to pretend,

I know ur not a fool.

I saw ur eyes scouted big,

I rolled up in the Benz

All this time you’ve been choosen,

What you thought I’ll never shine again well the jokes on youuu..

Well me I ain’t tripping off small shit,

I’m just pimpin’ for privacy your my target

Make sure you finish everything u started

When u see the dick, don’t act retarded

If u suck me good, will do it again tom.

Give it to you good……

You like that then there’s more where that comes from

I like you so i call u a funrun

[Chorus:]

Last night she got on top of me,

I gaaave it to her just howww she likesss.

Now she back for more..

No I gotta get down….

Walk to the club and prove to her

Give me give me give me some of that grindin’ love

She ain’t never had it how I give it at all

Keep the money comin’ summer, spring, and fall

I’ma real solid nigga plus my dick stand tall

Mr. always on a roll saying a new car

Mr. cypress village….

Get her all alone and I’m do the talk

You know how I like it, hit me after dark

I be stuck on the block hot as pop tart.

I’m just trying to get some head before my show start

Lil’ mama got brain and she real real smart

Told her I’m in the game

Have money, have heart

J Stalin the name, live wire what I bang,

Even though I’m wit the run, I still keep my thaangs

She in love with a nigga, she gon’ wait up in the rain

She know I run shit like major pain

Call her wild west Oakland, she can run her whole game.

I’m not your superman, girl I’m your freaky friend.

I’m not your other guy.

I’m the nigga on your Ipod.

Livewire get it like arewar, sometimes I’m too fly..

I think that I need wings,

Girl I know your impressed by the things that money brings

I’m not ur other nigga

I do it way bigger, c’mon on baby do the possible

[Chorus:]

Last night she got on top of me,

I gaaave it to her just howww she likesss.

Now she back for more..

No I gotta get down….

Walk to the club and prove to her

Give me give me give me some of that grindin’ love