Just a number one champion sound
Yeah, Estelle we about to get down
Who the hottest in the world right now?
Just touched down in London town
Bet they give me a pound
Tell them put the money in my hand right now
Tell the promoter we need more seats
We just sold out all the floor seats
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American Boy
He said, "Hey Sister
It's really really nice to meet ya"
I just met this 5 foot 7 guys who's just my type
I like the way he's speaking
His confidence is peaking
Don't like his baggy jeans
But I'ma like what's underneath them
And no I ain't been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York's heart awaits
First let's see the West End, I'll show you to my bedroom
I'm liking this American Boy, American Boy
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy
Will you be my American Boy, American Boy?
Can we get away this weekend?
Take me to Broadway
Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a Café
Let's go on the subway
Take me to your hood
I neva been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good
Dressed in all your fancy clothes
Sneaker's looking fresh to death
I'm lovin' those Shell Toes
Walkin' that walk
Talk that slick talk
I'm likin' this American Boy, American Boy
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American Boy
Who killin' em in the UK?
Everybody gonna 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'
Ribena 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
About this Americana?
Drama, 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 wag's want to hear it
And I'm feelin' like Mike at his baddest
Like the Pips at their gladdest
And I know they love it
So to hell with all that rubbish
Would you be my love, my love?
Would you be mine?
Would you be my love, my love?
Could you 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
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd loved to see LA
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy
Lyrics: American Boy, Estelle Feat. Kanye West [end]
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