American Boy lyrics

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Just another one champion sound
Me and you 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 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 4 foot 7 boy 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 way he's thinking

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 all my best friends
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

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
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
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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

Let them know agwan blud

Who killin 'em in the UK. Everybody gonna say you K, reluctantly, 'cause most of this press don't f**k with 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* Brama. Am I shallow cause 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 *ain't* into all that. I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit. But I still talk that CAAASH. Cause a lot *of* wags want to hear it. And I'm feelin' like Mike at his Baddest. 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 my love, my love?
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 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
American boy, American boy, American


Thanks to Kaylena Stevenson for these lyrics