Taylor Swift - Thug Story [Alternate Take] Lyrics
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Thug Story [Alternate Take]
Thug Story [Alternate Take] Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Thug Story [Alternate Take] By Taylor Swift?
I'm like eight foot four, blond 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 gangsta you can find me baking cookies at night You out clubbing, well I just baked Caramel Delights T Swift and T Pain rappin' on the same track It's a thug story tell me can you get with 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" 'Cause I'm a singer turned rapper Shorty I'm a make ya Straight to the top, yo Shorty I'ma take ya You can call me T Sweezy now I'm a rap star Hey it's a thug story now tell them who you are Singer turned gangsta You don't wanna 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 tell now can you get with that What! what! I knit sweaters yo! What! what! don't test me Hey hold on, hold on I didn't even say anything What? 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! |
Who Wrote Thug Story [Alternate Take] By Taylor Swift?
Taylor Swift, Nash Overstreet, Ryan Follese, T-pain
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