Hey Hey, T-Swizzle (T-Swizzle)
T-Pizzle (T-Pizzle)
I’m like eight foot fo’, blonde hair to the floor
You shorties never thought I dreamed about rapping hardcore
No I ain’t got a gun, no I never really been in a club
Still live with my parents, but I’m still a thug
I’m so gangster, you can find me baking cookies at night
You out clubbing but I just made caramel delights
T-Swift and T-Pain rapping on the same track
It’s a thug story, tell me can you handle that?
I had a dream last night
I had high top Nikes
I had diamonds in my mouth
And diamonds on my mic
By the time I woke I was singing
I’m on a boat, whoa oh-oh
‘Cause I’m a singer turned rapper
Shorty I’m a make ya
Straight to the top, yo
Shorty I’m a take ya
You can call me T-Sweezy
Now I’m a rap star
Hey, It’s a thug story
Now tell ‘em who you are
Singer turned gangster
You don’t want to fight me
Straight to the top
In my extra small white tee
T-Swift and T-Pain all up on the same track
It’s a thug story now can you get with that?
What? What? I knit sweaters, yo!
What? What? Don’t test me (beep)!
Hey, hold on
Hold on, I didn’t even say anything
I didn’t even s-
What?
I said: Yo
Yup
You guys bleeped me and I didn’t even say anything
I didn’t even swear
She didn’t, she didn- she didn’t even swear
Hello? Ugh!
