I'm not your superman, girl I'm your freaky friend
I'm not your other guy
I'm the nigga on your Ipod
Pop fly get it like A-Rod, 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
Last night she got on top of me,
I gave it to her just how she likes
Now she's back for more
Now 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 I'ma gangsta nigga with gangsta rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend,
I know your not a fool
I saw your eyes scouted bigger
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 you
Well me I ain't tripping off small shit,
I'm just pimpin' for privacy your my target
Make sure you finish everything you started
When you see the dick, don't act retarded
If you suck me good, will do it again tomorrow
Give it to you good how you uh story
You like that then there's more where that comes from
I like you so I call you a fun run
Last night she got on top of me,
I gave it to her just how she likes
Now she's back for more
Now 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 accustomed to dealin' raw
Get 'er all the mornin' I'ma do it to 'er
You know how I like it, hit me after dark
I'll 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 thangs
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
Last night she got on top of me,
I gave it to her just how she likes
Now she's back for more
Now I gotta get down
Walk to the club and prove to her
Give me give me give me some of that grindin' love
J. Stalin - Last Night Lyrics
J. Stalin - Last Night Lyrics
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I'm not your superman, girl I'm your freaky friend
I'm not your other guy
I'm the nigga on your Ipod
Pop fly get it like A-Rod, 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
Last night she got on top of me,
I gave it to her just how she likes
Now she's back for more
Now 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 I'ma gangsta nigga with gangsta rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend,
I know your not a fool
I saw your eyes scouted bigger
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 you
Well me I ain't tripping off small shit,
I'm just pimpin' for privacy your my target
Make sure you finish everything you started
When you see the dick, don't act retarded
If you suck me good, will do it again tomorrow
Give it to you good how you uh story
You like that then there's more where that comes from
I like you so I call you a fun run
Last night she got on top of me,
I gave it to her just how she likes
Now she's back for more
Now 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 accustomed to dealin' raw
Get 'er all the mornin' I'ma do it to 'er
You know how I like it, hit me after dark
I'll 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 thangs
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
Last night she got on top of me,
I gave it to her just how she likes
Now she's back for more
Now I gotta get down
Walk to the club and prove to her
Give me give me give me some of that grindin' love
I'm not your other guy
I'm the nigga on your Ipod
Pop fly get it like A-Rod, 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
Last night she got on top of me,
I gave it to her just how she likes
Now she's back for more
Now 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 I'ma gangsta nigga with gangsta rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend,
I know your not a fool
I saw your eyes scouted bigger
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 you
Well me I ain't tripping off small shit,
I'm just pimpin' for privacy your my target
Make sure you finish everything you started
When you see the dick, don't act retarded
If you suck me good, will do it again tomorrow
Give it to you good how you uh story
You like that then there's more where that comes from
I like you so I call you a fun run
Last night she got on top of me,
I gave it to her just how she likes
Now she's back for more
Now 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 accustomed to dealin' raw
Get 'er all the mornin' I'ma do it to 'er
You know how I like it, hit me after dark
I'll 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 thangs
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
Last night she got on top of me,
I gave it to her just how she likes
Now she's back for more
Now I gotta get down
Walk to the club and prove to her
Give me give me give me some of that grindin' love
Writer: JEREMIAH RICKS, MICAH RICKS, JEREMY SMITH, JONATHAN SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Performed By: J. Stalin
Length: 2:57
Written by: JEREMIAH RICKS, MICAH RICKS, JEREMY SMITH, JONATHAN SMITH