Thug Story（&T-Pain）

Thug Story I’m like eight-foot-fo’, blonde hair to the flo’ You shawties never thought I dreamed about rapping hardcore No, I ain’t got a gun No, I never really been in a club I still live with my parents but I’m still a thug I’m so gangsta you can find me baking cookies at night You out clubbin’? Well, I just made Caramel Delights T-Swizz 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 awoke I was singin’ (I’m on a boa-o-whoa-oat) ‘Cause I’m a singa ternt rapper (Shawty, I’ma make ya) Straight to the top, yo (Shawty, I’ma take ya) You can call me T-Swizzy, now I’m a rap star (It’s a thug story, now tell ‘em who you are) Singa ternt gangsta (You don’t wanna fight me) Straight to the top (In my extra small white tee) T-Swizzle, 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, (bleep) Hey, hold on Hold on, I didn’t even say anything I said yo (Yo) You guys bleeped me and I didn’t even say anything I didn’t even swear (She didn’t even swear) Hello? Ugh