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Small Town Trap Shit Video (MV)




Performed By: Bleach the Ripper
Language: English
Length: 1:45
Written by: William Kemp




Bleach the Ripper - Small Town Trap Shit Lyrics




Two buck chug man
Small town trap shit
Crawling out the gutter
And we smokin' till we cash it
Boom hit the bass
And we motherf*cking blast it
Flipping motherf*ckers off who tryna say we ratchet
Fine ass broads
And they think I'm being rabid
Drinking whiskey all night, alcohol habits
If you wanna try me man damn, that's tragic
I'm from the backwoods, we keep it automatic

Spray paint, spray can
Hanging like it's gang land
If you ain't get paid man
I got nothing to say then
Bitch I don't give two f*cks
Tell that thot to pour it up
Homies always hit my phone, tryna find good f*ck

Oh
On my small town trap shit

Two buck chug uh
I don't give a f*ck uh
Thottie keep tellin' me she want it in the butt uh
She wants me as her spouse
A fence and a house
But my dick is an urban legend, it passes mouth to mouth
I f*ck like a masterpiece
Gotta dick like twenty feet
Why you gotta ask why I'm yo dream girl's lock screen
Bitch you cannot touch me
Bitch you cannot best me
Bitch you better pray to god you never ever test me

Oh
Suck my motherf*cking dick
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Two buck chug man
Small town trap shit
Crawling out the gutter
And we smokin' till we cash it
Boom hit the bass
And we motherf*cking blast it
Flipping motherf*ckers off who tryna say we ratchet
Fine ass broads
And they think I'm being rabid
Drinking whiskey all night, alcohol habits
If you wanna try me man damn, that's tragic
I'm from the backwoods, we keep it automatic

Spray paint, spray can
Hanging like it's gang land
If you ain't get paid man
I got nothing to say then
Bitch I don't give two f*cks
Tell that thot to pour it up
Homies always hit my phone, tryna find good f*ck

Oh
On my small town trap shit

Two buck chug uh
I don't give a f*ck uh
Thottie keep tellin' me she want it in the butt uh
She wants me as her spouse
A fence and a house
But my dick is an urban legend, it passes mouth to mouth
I f*ck like a masterpiece
Gotta dick like twenty feet
Why you gotta ask why I'm yo dream girl's lock screen
Bitch you cannot touch me
Bitch you cannot best me
Bitch you better pray to god you never ever test me

Oh
Suck my motherf*cking dick
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Writer: William Kemp
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