American Boy (feat. Kanye West)

Just another one champion sound Yeah Estelle we 'bout to get down Who the hottest in the world right now Just touched down in London town Bet they give me a pound Better 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 L.A. I really want to come kick it with you You'll be my American boy, American boy He said, "Hey, sister, it's really, really nice to meet ya" I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who's just my type I like the way he's speaking, his confidence is peaking Don't like his baggy jeans but I like the whats underneath them. And no, I ain't been to MIA I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits First let's see the West End, I'll show you to my best friend I'm likin' this American boy, American boy Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A. I really want to come kick it with you You'll be my American boy, American boy Lalalalalila Can we get away this weekend? Take me to Broadway Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a Cafe Let's go on the subway, take me to your hood I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good Dressed in all your fancy clothes Sneakers 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 L.A. I really want to come kick it with you You'll be my American boy, American boy Who killin' em in the UK Everybody gonna say You K Reluctantly Most of this press dont f** with me Estelle once said to me cool down down Dont act like a fool now now I always act a fool ow ow Aint nothng new now now He crazy, i know what you thinking. Ribena, I know what you're drinking . Rap singer, chain blinger Holla at the next chick while you blinking Whats your persona About this americana Brama in my shadow Cause all my clothes designer Oh, dress smart like a London Bloke And you thought his suit bespoke Look at this P Coat, tell me hes broke And I know you're not into all that I heard your lyrics, i feel your spirit But i still talk that caassh 'Cause a lot of wags wanna hear it And Im feeling like Mike at his baddest Like 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? Would you be mine Would you be my love, my love? Could you be mine? Could you be my love, my love? Oh 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 Fransisco Bay I really want to come kick it with you You'll be my American boy, American boy Lalalalallila