Thug Story Taylor Swift (Ft. T-Pain)

[Intro: T-Pain]
Hey, hey
T-Swizzle (T-Swizzle), T-Pizzle (T-Pizzle)

[Verse: Taylor Swift, T-Pain & Both]
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 (Mmm, mmm, good)
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", woah, 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 (Uh-huh)
What? What? Don't test me (*Beep*)