American Boy Lyrics & Chords By Purple Avenue
Who killin em in the UK.
Everybody gonna to say you K,
reluctantly, because most of this press don't f**k wit me.
Estelle once said to me, cool down down
don't act a fool now now.
I always act a fool oww oww.
Aint nothing new now now.
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin.
White Pino I know what you're drinkin.
Rap singer. Chain Blinger. Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinkin.
What's you're persona.
I got this American Brama. Am I shallow cuz all my clothes designer.
Dressed smart like a London Bloke.
Before he speak his suit bespoke.
And you thought he was cute before.
Look at this P Coat, Tell me he's broke.
And I know you're not into all that. I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit.
But I still talk that CAAASH.
Cuz a lot wacks want to hear it.
And I'm feelin like Mike at his Baddest.
The Pips at they Gladys.
And I know they love it.
so to hell with all that rubbish
Would you be my love, my love.
could be mine would you be my love my love, could be mine
Could you be my love, my love.
Would you be my American Boy. American Boy
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy