Songtexte:
The Music You Might As Well Try To Fuck Me

You might as well try to fuck me You might as well try to fuck me You might as well try to fuck me You might as well try to fuck me You might as well

You might as well try to fuck me You might as well try to fuck me You might as well try to fuck me You might as well try to fuck me You might as well

You might as well try to fuck me You might as well try to fuck me You might as well try to fuck me You might as well try to fuck me You might as well

so are you. So who are you to judge me? I don't judge you. Yeah. (I'm not sober all the time And you bring me down, At least you try. But do we see this

get high You need git up, git out and git somethin How will you make it if you never even try You need to git up, git out and git somethin Cuz you and

you'd still be proud of me Your son was DUI, but my momma made it by I didn't shed no tears when you left me but the rest of the family cried Trials and

hub-ub about? Carlos Santana? That's right I see you Bitches is enjoying my sparkling wine, we certainly are Well, be careful because this shit will get you fucked

that you ain't taking no shit I mean you gotta be a nut, fool And you can't give a fuck, you can cut nigga, fuck school Because that shit don't even

' Rob] And basically that's what I think All these fucking fools can talk all the fucking shit about me 'cause I could give a fuck, you know what I mean