Purple Avenue Lyrics - American Boy

Purple Avenue - American Boy

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
Ain't 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 CASH
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

Written by:
Joshua Lopez, Caleb Speir, Keith Ernesto Harris, William Adams, Kanye Omari West, John Roger Stephens, Estelle Swaray, Kweli Ebon Washington

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