What chu looking at
Gon bounce it back
Show me
Show me that you got back
Make me feel I want that
Maybe we can more than smash
And I'll show you
And I'll show you
And I'll show you
I can earn that
Oouh, Pop it back
Make me feel you got that wet jet Swiffer
Give some your sugar sweet neck neck
Obviously you cute, don't fret fret
Bet
So you f*cking wit me
You don't gotta stress just keep you on me
Even from the back, I can see you love E
If you the one tonight I'm f*cking for free
On Me
Girl you looking lonely, lovely
Girl tonight you want me, Trust me
Do you like a dog eat, Buffie
Looking for a O like I said, all me
If we gon keep rubbing can I be hands on
Kiss, kiss, hands up, get them off
Take it from the bed all on the floor
Are you ready
Grinding oh slow and steady
Hips on me like confetti
Boping in the club to Makiveli
(I'ma hype you up)
On your knees, Baw Baw Baw
Legs in the air, make her Wow Wow
My flaw, I'm too, Pow
My ex loved it when I Growl Growl
Legs in the air, hand through my hair, Oouh
Pants on the stairs, ya nigga can't compare, Boo
When we do the nasty ex tryna call thru
But he a lame nigga can't fault you
Naw a nigga can't fault you
Why, cause that pussy True
Mine, snatch'n that I'm hood
Rwarrr, f*ck it f*ck it I'm Good
Who the Man who the Man, Aye
Who the nigga with the master plan yeah
She talking like 123 BBC she know me, Yeah yeah
Let me switch it Uh
I don't give a F*ck
I ain't tryna Love
All of the Above
I am not a Scrub
Flying like a Dove
Wit the twig in his mouth
Puffin off the plug
Doing what I does
Bitches show me Love
It's J-Knotti
It's Bruce Lee-John Wayne
Step up in this bitch like
Tyler Cage in 'Step Up' in this bitch like
I stomp the yard I gotta bring the beat back-hand go hard
Grand slam on any hater like a west coast chopper
Make it rain 30 like a sea battle in Seattle
If you warfare, guerilla warfare
Shit don't matter, you're a tiny matter
I'm spaced out... Lost in the gushy
Good brain, good game and tushy
Please girl don't press any buttons
I'm never getting old I feel like Benjamin button
The only one you can touch is under my zipper
Baby we Stars we could make a Big Dipper
Worlds collide
We can high-five up in the sky and let the money fly
Money Shot
Prince Oli - Club Knight (feat. J Knotti) Lyrics
Prince Oli - Club Knight (feat. J Knotti) Lyrics
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What chu looking at
Gon bounce it back
Show me
Show me that you got back
Make me feel I want that
Maybe we can more than smash
And I'll show you
And I'll show you
And I'll show you
I can earn that
Oouh, Pop it back
Make me feel you got that wet jet Swiffer
Give some your sugar sweet neck neck
Obviously you cute, don't fret fret
Bet
So you f*cking wit me
You don't gotta stress just keep you on me
Even from the back, I can see you love E
If you the one tonight I'm f*cking for free
On Me
Girl you looking lonely, lovely
Girl tonight you want me, Trust me
Do you like a dog eat, Buffie
Looking for a O like I said, all me
If we gon keep rubbing can I be hands on
Kiss, kiss, hands up, get them off
Take it from the bed all on the floor
Are you ready
Grinding oh slow and steady
Hips on me like confetti
Boping in the club to Makiveli
(I'ma hype you up)
On your knees, Baw Baw Baw
Legs in the air, make her Wow Wow
My flaw, I'm too, Pow
My ex loved it when I Growl Growl
Legs in the air, hand through my hair, Oouh
Pants on the stairs, ya nigga can't compare, Boo
When we do the nasty ex tryna call thru
But he a lame nigga can't fault you
Naw a nigga can't fault you
Why, cause that pussy True
Mine, snatch'n that I'm hood
Rwarrr, f*ck it f*ck it I'm Good
Who the Man who the Man, Aye
Who the nigga with the master plan yeah
She talking like 123 BBC she know me, Yeah yeah
Let me switch it Uh
I don't give a F*ck
I ain't tryna Love
All of the Above
I am not a Scrub
Flying like a Dove
Wit the twig in his mouth
Puffin off the plug
Doing what I does
Bitches show me Love
It's J-Knotti
It's Bruce Lee-John Wayne
Step up in this bitch like
Tyler Cage in 'Step Up' in this bitch like
I stomp the yard I gotta bring the beat back-hand go hard
Grand slam on any hater like a west coast chopper
Make it rain 30 like a sea battle in Seattle
If you warfare, guerilla warfare
Shit don't matter, you're a tiny matter
I'm spaced out... Lost in the gushy
Good brain, good game and tushy
Please girl don't press any buttons
I'm never getting old I feel like Benjamin button
The only one you can touch is under my zipper
Baby we Stars we could make a Big Dipper
Worlds collide
We can high-five up in the sky and let the money fly
Money Shot
Gon bounce it back
Show me
Show me that you got back
Make me feel I want that
Maybe we can more than smash
And I'll show you
And I'll show you
And I'll show you
I can earn that
Oouh, Pop it back
Make me feel you got that wet jet Swiffer
Give some your sugar sweet neck neck
Obviously you cute, don't fret fret
Bet
So you f*cking wit me
You don't gotta stress just keep you on me
Even from the back, I can see you love E
If you the one tonight I'm f*cking for free
On Me
Girl you looking lonely, lovely
Girl tonight you want me, Trust me
Do you like a dog eat, Buffie
Looking for a O like I said, all me
If we gon keep rubbing can I be hands on
Kiss, kiss, hands up, get them off
Take it from the bed all on the floor
Are you ready
Grinding oh slow and steady
Hips on me like confetti
Boping in the club to Makiveli
(I'ma hype you up)
On your knees, Baw Baw Baw
Legs in the air, make her Wow Wow
My flaw, I'm too, Pow
My ex loved it when I Growl Growl
Legs in the air, hand through my hair, Oouh
Pants on the stairs, ya nigga can't compare, Boo
When we do the nasty ex tryna call thru
But he a lame nigga can't fault you
Naw a nigga can't fault you
Why, cause that pussy True
Mine, snatch'n that I'm hood
Rwarrr, f*ck it f*ck it I'm Good
Who the Man who the Man, Aye
Who the nigga with the master plan yeah
She talking like 123 BBC she know me, Yeah yeah
Let me switch it Uh
I don't give a F*ck
I ain't tryna Love
All of the Above
I am not a Scrub
Flying like a Dove
Wit the twig in his mouth
Puffin off the plug
Doing what I does
Bitches show me Love
It's J-Knotti
It's Bruce Lee-John Wayne
Step up in this bitch like
Tyler Cage in 'Step Up' in this bitch like
I stomp the yard I gotta bring the beat back-hand go hard
Grand slam on any hater like a west coast chopper
Make it rain 30 like a sea battle in Seattle
If you warfare, guerilla warfare
Shit don't matter, you're a tiny matter
I'm spaced out... Lost in the gushy
Good brain, good game and tushy
Please girl don't press any buttons
I'm never getting old I feel like Benjamin button
The only one you can touch is under my zipper
Baby we Stars we could make a Big Dipper
Worlds collide
We can high-five up in the sky and let the money fly
Money Shot
Writer: IfeOluwa Laniya, John Kim
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid