HE DOESN'T KNOW ft. Ace The Plumber Lyrics

Carbon copy

See six elements

Jargon dropping

Tunes for the hell of it (there's)

No point to the point

When you're flaunting wealth

Eight cats in the joint

And they jerk themselves

Spell it out man "A.T.P."

A for game Aces sip your tea

T for the posers Moses groping

Ocean spread far with the model posing

P for the hell of it I pee out

The stones so rocky strong and stout

My rock hard rock dick ready to bone

I've got a fat long finger longing for a home

It's a big fat wad of trash n' dash n' go

It's a big fat cat so rashed n' mashed n' slow

Playful the way I play with words I heard

Your bird was bitch made like Amber Heard

I curd the flow and grow like a ball of snow

It's downhill from here so here I cheer and go

I'm rhyming near and from I'm rocking clear n slow

The cats already know

The ATP can mow fo' sho'

(Ha)