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kid be rich - tim the messiah trudel lyrics

[1st verse]
oxy, yup
henny, yup (yah!)
purp, yup
papers, yup
xannies, yup
codeine, yup (yah!)
benzos, yup
(what the f*ck?)
tonight we gettin faded (faded, faded, huh)
everybody so elated (huh? elated!)
don’t even know what her name is (c’mere baby!)
but this girl actin’ like i’m famous, bout to take her go and get shameless (aah!)
now, who but max gon’ f*ck with me?
in the most ratchet type of company (whoa!)
lines railed off of double*ds
life failed? yeah? now come with me (yah!)
you’d think him being rich it’s different
but it just mean his rents indifferent (facts)
chanelle’s got the sh*t that’d get ya twisted
in one sniff, but we smokin’ it kid so hit this

[hook]
don’t give a f*ck that the kid be rich
got crack cookin’ up in the kitchen b*tch
don’t give a f*ck that the kid be rich
got crack cookin’ up in the kitchen b*tch
yeah we don’t give a f*ck that the kid be rich (rich)
got crack cookin’ up in the kitchen b*tch (b*tch)
don’t give a f*ck that the kid be rich (rich)
got crack cookin’ up in the kitchen b*tch (b*tch)

[2nd verse]
coke, yup
soda, yup (yah! uh*huh)
water, yup (splash! splash!)
gitter dunn (okay)
heat it up, yup (yah!)
stir it up, yup (yah! oh lord!)
stir it up, yup
filter it, done (woo!)
tonight we gettin’ blasted (brrrat!)
off our f*ckin’ asses (whoa!)
wholly unholy advances
who was it said ‘to h*ll with romancin’’?
don’t give a f*ck what yo plan is (nope)
b*tch you from what planet (huh?)
meetin’ jo in the back hackin’ base out a can
gettin’ wasted beyond understandin’ (yeah!)
now we changin’ cities take it on tour
mtl’s gon’ be different yeah i’m sure (true)
am i american? nah, wh0re
i’m from quebec city, b*tch, yeah bonjour (hi!)
f*ck’s this party even on for?
got molly in my nose going on four (come on!)
so ‘less you ‘bout to let me feel your contours
i’ll take one more hit and i’m done for (b*tch!)

[hook]
cuz we don’t give a f*ck that the kid be rich
got crack cookin’ up in the kitchen b*tch
don’t give a f*ck that the kid be rich
got crack cookin’ up in the kitchen b*tch
yeah we don’t give a f*ck that the kid be rich (rich)
got crack cookin’ up in the kitchen b*tch (b*tch)
don’t give a f*ck that the kid be rich (rich)
got crack cookin’ up in the kitchen b*tch (b*tch)

[3rd verse]
addict, not me
rehab, not me (oh no!)
lifestyle, sloppy (blegh)
life now, zombie (pew)
chanelle, dead (rip)
red, dead (f*ck!)
yan, dead
had it, yeah (what do you think?)
imagine what coulda happened
i coulda ended up in the trap, and (trap)
i coulda been another stat on a board
in a showroom to get you f*ckers clappin’
i know it ain’t the worst that a past get
point is only that i’ve gotten past it
i’ve been beaten down for the fact i exist
despite it all, b*tch, i’m laughin’ (ha ha)
superman like the legendary ‘stache said
will to power, don’t know where i stashed it
got a jolt to the system like a crash kit
when i realized that i have this (i do)
when i shake it up it’s magic
still takin’ drugs i ain’t placid (chloe!)
i just know how it go, when it’s over it’s done
and i won’t live a life f*ckin’ flaccid (aah!)

- tim the messiah trudel lyrics

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