(intro)  Em 

 Em
I'm like 8 foot 4, blond hair to the floor
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you shorties never thought I dreamed about rapping hardcore
     D
no I ain't got a gun
D
no I never really been in a club
     A
still live with my parents
A
but I'm still a thug
      Em
i'm so gangsta you can find me baking cookies at night
        G
you out clubbing, but I just caramel delight
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t swift and t pain rappin on the same track
  A
it's a thug story tell me can you handle that
 Em
I had a dream last night I had high-top NIkes
      A
I had diamonds in my mouth, and diamonds on my mic
       Em
by the time I woke up I was singing "I'M ON A BOOOOAAT"
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cuz I'm a singer turned rapper
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shorty I'm a make ya
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straight to the top, yo
 D
shorty I'ma take ya

G
you can call me T Sweezy now I'm a rap star
G
it's a thug story now tell them who you are
 D
singer turned gangsta
D
you don't wanna fight me
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straight to the top
 A
in my extra small white tee
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t swift and t pain all up on the same track
A
it's a thug story tell me now can you get with that
D
what! what! I knit sweaters yo!
A
what! what! don't test me yo. (bleep)