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Friday, June 26, 2009

Taylor Swift are getting crazy
She be-ing a Rap star
T - Pain and T - Swift

Here the lyris

Im like 8 ft 4, blonde hair to the floor

You shawties never thought I dreamed about rapping hardcore

No, I aint got a gunNo, I never really been in a club

I still live with my parents but Im still a thug

Im 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

Its a thug story, tell me can you handle that?

I had a dream last nightI

had high-top Nikes

I had diamonds in my mouthAnd diamonds on my mic

By the time I awoke I was singin

(Im on a boa-o-whoa-oat)

Cause Im a singa turned rapper (Shawty, Ima make ya)

Straight to the top, yo (Shawty, Ima take ya)

You can call me T-Sweezy, now Im a rap star

(Its a thug story, now tell em who you are)

Singa turned gangsta (You dont wanna fight me)

Straight to the top (In my extra small white tee)

T-Swizzle, T-Pain, all up on the same track

Its a thug story, now can you get with that?

What? What? I knit sweaters, yo

What? What? Dont test me,


Hey, hold onHold on, I didnt even say anything

I said yo (Yo)

You guys bleeped me and I didnt even say anything

I didnt even swear

(She didnt even swear)

Hello? Ugh