Amandabynes Lyrics – Ken Carson

Read the full Amandabynes lyrics by Ken Carson from the album xperiment along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ken Carson’s music, you can also explore Flamethrower and Shopping, two other songs by Ken Carson.

[Intro]
Yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah-yeah

[Chorus]
She think she all that, Amanda Bynes
Copped a yellow pineapple Fanta just to pour these lines
I 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 nothing, I got tired of your lying
You not happy here, why you wasting your tears crying?
Push-start, switch the gear, I’m on the highway flying
Balmain on my rib, my zipper Number (N)ine

[Verse]
You can’t catch this drip, I’m rocking some s*it you cannot find
You can’t catch this whip, that Lamborghini a V10
N!ggas in the way, ayy, I just wanna win
I think I’m too real for this s*it, everybody pretend
This a billion-dollar lick, are you in?
I put my life on the line ’bout that money
I load the pipe, jump in the whip, I jump out, I’m deaf
Then we both got boots on, but I’m the one doing the stepping
That AK make your body shake, that boy look like he crying
And I get high ’til I can’t function, I be mixing up the meds
Thought this was your b!tch, I got her rubbing her hands through my dreads
She so YVL, every day she wake up and play it
Every night I got her on her knees, she praying to the Lord
Upside-down cross swinging in her face, she was screaming ’til the next morning
If we not fu*king, I don’t know what do with her, I swear these b!tches be boring
Yeah, it’s okay, baby, I’ma just call you every time that I get horny
‘Cause she think she all that, b!tch, you not Amanda Bynes
Girl, you missed your time, you in the back of the line
No renting no cars, if you see me in it, then it’s mine
Yeah, my new b!tch got a bustdown watch, yeah, 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 shopped at Opium, wearing these clothes anyway
And when I pop my s*it, gotta open your ears to hear what I say

[Chorus]
She think she all that, Amanda Bynes
Copped a yellow pineapple Fanta just to pour these lines
I 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 nothing, I got tired of your lying
You not happy here, why you wasting your tears crying?
Push-start, switch the gear, I’m on the highway flying
Balmain on my rib, my zipper Number (N)ine

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah