Letra de amandabynes - Ken Carson

Yeah

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah-yeah

She think she all that, Amanda Bynes

Copped a yellow pineapple Fanta just to pour these lines

Ain't fall in love with your figure, I fell in love with your mind

You ain't fall in love with my money, you fell in love with my time

Mad at you for nothin', I got tired of your lyin'

You not happy here, why you wastin' your tears cryin'?

Push-start, switch the gear, I'm on the highway flyin'

Balmain on my rib, my zipper Number (N)ine

You can't catch this drip, I'm rockin' some shit you cannot find

You can't catch this whip, the Lamborghini a V10

Niggas in the way, ayy, I just wanna win

I think I'm too real for this shit, everybody pretend

This a billion-dollar lick, are you in?

I put my life on the line 'bout that money

I load up the pipe, jump in the whip, I jump out, I'm dumpin'

Damn, we both got boots on, but I'm the only one doin' the steppin'

The AK make your body shake, that boy look like he crampin'

And I get high 'til I can't function, I be mixin' up the meds

Thought this was your bitch, I got her rubbin' her hands through my dreads

She so YVL, every day she wake up and play it

And every night I got her on her knees, she prayin' to the Lord

Upside-down cross swingin' in her face, she was screamin' 'til the next morning

If we not fuckin', I don't know what do with her, I swear these bitches be borin'

Yeah, it's okay, baby, I'ma just call you every time that I get horny

'Cause she think she all that, bitch, you not Amanda Bynes

Girl, you missed your time, you in the back of the line

No, I don't rent no cars, if you see me in it, then it's mine

Me and my new bitch got bustdown watches, yeah, they his and hers

I been in the store for two, three hours, I ain't even mean to splurge

When you really shop, can't even go in all the stores in one day

When you really shop, they'll open up when it's closed anyway

And when I pop my shit, gotta open your ears to hear what I say

She think she all that, Amanda Bynes

Copped a yellow pineapple Fanta just to pour these lines

Ain't fall in love with your figure, I fell in love with your mind

You ain't fall in love with my money, you fell in love with my time

Mad at you for nothin', I got tired of your lyin'

You not happy here, why you wastin' your tears cryin'?

Push-start, switch the gear, I'm on the highway flyin'

Balmain on my rib, my zipper Number (N)ine

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

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