Cinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

Why so many ****ing N's, eh cinnneh? o.o

 

Ghetto saw future name changes

 

Nein.Deutsch.​

 

Kiate de la boca

 

Non, C'est Francais.

 

It ate my arm off and it's still hungry.

 

Well then, Pourquoi tant de N ?

 

I will never call you Cinnn anymore, i shall call you




Cinnnimon

 

YOUR FRENCH IS NOT MAKING SENSE

SOMEONE BURN HiM ALIVE!
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Cinnnderella.

 

MY FRENCH MADE SENSE TO THE INTERWEBZ

AND YOU CAN'T BURN ME! i'M DA HOTTEST...under the sun... (who that)
Ain't nobody ****ing with me man
Ay ay ay ay, you already know that pimping (you)
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
**** up my dreams, somebody gonna die tonight
(Ay ay ay ay) you already know that pimping
Ay its Cash Money Records man, a lawless game

Un-****ing-believeable Lil' Waynes the President
**** 'em, **** 'em, **** 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm married to that crazy *****, call me Kevin Federlin
It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money till the death of him
The ground shall break when they bury him, bury him
I know one day they gotta bury him
Better lock my casket tight baby, so I don't let the devil in
*****, it's just me and my guitar, yea ***** I'm heavy metaling
You can get the ****ing Led Zepplin
*****s is *****es, *****es, I think they full of estrogen
And we hold court and take your life for a settlement
Yes, I'm the best! And no, I ain't positive, I'm definate
I know the game like I'm reffing it
This is The Carter, The Carter 3, the New Testament
And I'm the god and this is what I bless 'em with

[Hook:]
***** I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby I'm me, so who you? Ur not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'ma mother ****ing Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'ma mother ****ing Cash Money Millionaire, yea

Junior... brrr
It's Cash Money over everything
It's in my blood I feel it running in every vein
I'm from the mud, I am a missile like a scud
What's really good? I'm bout that Ruckers like Fudd
And I stay on my floor at Cash Money like a rug
Tied to the ****ing Birdman like a lug
And Dear Mister Ronald williams...
To you, I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money Million, heir to the throne
Going at they heads like hair in a comb
Sitting by the window I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Yo, money over *****es, my *****s trust my senses
And I will take on that **** as the lord, as my witness
And you all have witnessed, but I have not finished
So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen

[Hook:]
***** I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby I'm me, so who you? Ur not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'ma mother ****ing Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm still a mother ****ing Cash Money Millionaire, *****

Last year they had the Grammys and left me in Miami
Sleeping on a ***** like I'm wrapping in my jammies
I'm rapping when you sleep, I was rapping when you were in jammies
Mel Gibson flow, Lethal Weapon, Book 'em Danny
I'm a monster I tell you, Monster Wayne
I have just swallowed the key to the house of pain
Now I'm stuck here to deal with the house's pain
**** wit me I will peel like the house's paint
Lets go, *****s doubt wont see me cause I'm better and bold
The only time I wear depends is when I'm 70 years old
Thats when I cant hold my **** within, so I **** on myself
Cause I'm so sick and tired of shitting on everybody else
I'm tryna tell you, like I'm saying sumthin
I'm from the dirty like the bottom of my pants cuffs
And there Ain't nothing gonna stop me so just envy it
Hey, I'll accept a friendly quit

[Hook:]
Yea I'm me, I'm me, ***** I'm me
Baby I'm me, so who you? **** you, you not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'ma mother ****ing Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I am a mother ****ing Cash Money Millionaire, *****

The hottest... under the sun... (who that)
Ain't nobody ****ing with me man
Ay ay ay ay, you already know that pimping
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
**** up my dreams, somebody gonna die tonight
(Ay ay ay ay) you already know that pimping
Yo it's Cash Money Records man, a lawless game

 

You silly kids and your lil Wanye and your radios, and your cd players and your condoms and your book bags and your bubble gum and your Candle Jack and yo

 

Clever .