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!