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American Boy (Ft. Kanye West)

Just another one champion sound

Yeah, Estelle, we 'bout to get down (Get down)

Who the hottest in the world right now

Just touched down in London townBet 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 seatsTake 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 boyHe said "Hey, Sister, it's really, really nice to meet you"

I just met this foot 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'mma 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 brethren

I'm liking this American boy, American boyTake 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 boyWould you be my American boy, American boyCan 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 goodDress in all your fancy clothes

Sneakers looking fresh to death, I'm loving those Shell Toes

Walking that walk, talk that slick talk

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 boyTell 'em wagwan bludWho killing 'em in the UK

Everybody gonna say, "You, K"

Reluctantly 'cause most of this press don't fuck with meEstelle 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, nowHe crazy, I know what ya thinking

Ribena I know what you're drinking

Rap singer, Chain blinger

Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinkingWhat's your persona

About this Americana Brama

Am I shallow 'cause all my clothes designerDressed smart like a London Bloke

Before he speak his suit bespoke

And you thought he was cute before

Look at this peacoat, tell me he's brokeAnd I know you ain't into all that

I heard your lyrics, I feel your spirit

But I still talk that C-A-A-S-H

'Cause a lot wags wanna hear itAnd I'm feeling like Mike at his Baddest

Like The Pips at they Gladys

And I know they love it

So to Hell with all that rubbishWould you be my love, my love? (Would you be mine?)

Would you be my love, my love? (Would 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 Francisco Bay

I really want to come kick it with you

You'll be my American boy, American boyTake 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

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