American b*tch lyrics

[Verse 1]
I can't stop thinking 'bout tonight
I did my hair just like you like
And on my necklace, "1999"
I fill my cup with gin and Sprite

[Chorus]
And I got a
Gun on my hip
I love my boyfriend
Gold on my rims
Pray for the weekend
Jeans with the rip
I just wanna dance
I'm an American b*tch
American b*tch, yeah

[Verse 2]
You wanna take me on a date
I'd rather drive my Chevrolet
When they get whiny I just stay away
And baby, I could never change

[Chorus]
And I got a
Gun on my hip
I love my boyfriend
Gold on my rims
Pray for the weekend
Jeans with the rip
I just wanna dance
I'm an American b*tch
American b*tch, yeah
[Chorus]
Got a gun on my hip (my hip)
I love my boyfriend (boyfriend)
Gold on my rims (my rims)
Pray for the weekеnd (oh yeah)
Jeans with the rip (thе rip)
I just wanna dance
I'm an American b*tch
American b*tch, yeah

[Bridge]
If I see it and I like it, then I'm ready to go
You wanna be my everything, but everything ain't enough, yeah
I see you looking at me over your shoulder
Say, mama must be proud, I already told her
And I already told her, got a

[Chorus]
Gun on my hip (my hip)
I love my boyfriend (boyfriend)
Gold on my rims (my rims)
Pray for the weekend (oh yeah)
Jeans with the rip (the rip)
I just wanna dance
I'm an American b*tch
American b*tch, yeah
[Chorus]
Got a gun on my hip (my hip)
I love my boyfriend (boyfriend)
Gold on my rims (my rims)
Pray for the weekend (oh yeah)
Jeans with the rip (the rip)
I just wanna dance
I'm an American b*tch
American b*tch, yeah