Blurred Bynes Lyrics & Tabs by Willam feat. Detox & Vicky Vox
Blurred Bynes
guitar chords lyrics
Amanda Bynes is fucked up!
She sure is.
#SAVEBYNES
She sure is.
Okay.
In 5, 6, 7.
(Boop, Boop, Boop)
(Boop, Boop, Boop)
Not hey hey hey
I don’t wanna get sued. Now-ooowooooaw!
Remember that girl from that show All That?
She’s in her own world. Fifty-one-fifty: fact!
Her tweeker tweets are great (Boop, Boop, Boop)
She must be snorting lines. (I’ll be back) (Boop, Boop, Boop)
I wanna be Amanda Bynes (Boop, Boop, Boop) (That’s fucked up)
Her tweeker tweets are great (Boop, Boop, Boop)
She must be snorting lines. (I’ll be back) (Boop, Boop, Boop)
I wanna be Amanda Bynes (Boop, Boop, Boop) (That’s fucked up)
Source: LYBIO.net
OK she smoked some weed; you know you can’t malign her.
So high she tweets to Drake to murder her vagina. (Oh I get it)
But he ignored the Chica, (Boop, Boop, Boop) so she just smoked more reefer. (Boop, Boop, Boop)
Acid laced rolling papers. (Yolo)
(That’s right)
Hey, hey, hey
That’s why we gonna take a seat girl (Sit down)
We right behind you, you just do you boo, fire can gonna stop you.
Got your back, girl. What I like about you is when you huff glue.
Talkin’ shit when you vine, too.
We love you Blurred Bynes.
New tits real sexy, wig extra messy, looking real, real sketchy
Fuck you’s a mess girl
Bitch when you O.D., you’re gonna O.D., gonna steal your codine.
Whitney, Britney, Lohan, Charlie Sheen and Russell Brand all agree that she’s the man… wait hold up she was in She’s the Man.
(Say what!)
Bitch didn’t care less. (Boop, Boop, Boop) Bath salts for breakfast. (Boop, Boop, Boop) What rhymes with breakfast… (Boop, Boop) aaahaaahaaaa I don’t know (That’s fucked up)
So what she smoked some weed she need a High Times column
Cracked out so extra meth, looks like a platinum gollum (uh uh)
Bitch you don’t need a doctor (uh uh)
Just pass me them poppers, ain’t nothing gonna stop us.
And that’s we gonna take a seat girl
(Sit the fuck down)
Source: LYBIO.net
We right behind you, you just do you boo, fire can gonna stop you.
Got your back, girl. What I like about you. Is when you huff glue.
Talking shit when you Vine too…
We love you Blurred Bynes.
New tits real sexy, wig extra messy, looking real, real sketchy
But you a mess girl
Bitch when you O.D., you’re gonna O.D., gonna steal your codine.
Oh shit here I come.
Hold up she needs a snack, Making ducky faces in the mirror, quack quack, From percocet to meth and back, Easy A, Special K, but crack is whack. Pierce your cheeks, shave your head then mug and pout, don’t know what’s all the fuckin’ fuss about. Padded rooms while you scream and shout. Kick a guard in the nuts then you bust on out, bitch.
Smoke this pipe. Get dick. (Uh huh) Then nap. (Bye Felicia)
So I told’s the T
Girl please tweet me saying I’m ugly
Say I’m ugly.
(You don’t look that bad)
I think your comeback gig will be on “Intervention”
Cause you smoked your SAG/AFTRA pension
Coke nose shot-muggin’ (Boop, Boop, Boop)
Smoked a Glade Plug-In. (Boop, Boop, Boop)(You can do that?)
Better get them drugs in. (Boop, Boop, Boop)
That’s why we gonna take a seat girl.
We right behind you, you just do you boo, fire can gonna stop you. (We love you…)
Got your back, girl. What I like about you. (Alright) Is when you huff glue.
Talking shit when you Vine too.
We love you Blurred Bynes.
New tits real sexy, wig extra messy, looking real, real sketchy
But you a mess girl. (Mess girl)
Bitch when you O.D., you’re gonna O.D., go ahead Amanda Bynes
Fuck Amanda Bynes! Who gives a shit about Amanda Bynes?!
(I’m sorry, I’m sorry)
(Are we even recording this?)
(I sure hope not)
(We love you girl yeah yeah)
(I’m done, we’re going home)
(We gonna eat)
(I think she’s dead)
Lets go.
