Estelle – American Boy Lyrics :-
Kanye West:
Just another one champion sound,
Yeah Estelle about to get down.
Who the hottest in the world right now?
Just touch down in London town.
Bet they’ll 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.
Estelle:
Chorus
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 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’ma like what’s underneath them.
And no I ain’t been to MIA,
I heard that Cali never rains and New Yorks heart awaits.
First let’s see the west end,
I’ll show you to my bedroom.
I’m liking this American Boy.
American Boy.
Chorus
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.
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 never 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.
Chorus
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.
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Kanye West:
Who killin’ ’em in the UK.
Everybody gonna say you K,
Reluctantly, cos 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?
Am I shallow cos 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 ain’t into all that. I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit.
But I still talk that caaash.
Cos a lot WAGs want to hear it.
And I’m feelin’ like Mike at his baddest,
The pimps at their gladdest.
And I know they love it,
So to hell with all that rubbish.
Estelle:
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
Chorus
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