Estelle - American Boy Lyrics

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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 Caf

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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

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