Estelle - American Boy Lyrics

Just another 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 *pick* 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'm a like what's underneath them.
And no I ain't been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains with New York's heart away
First let's see the west end.
I'll show you to my bredrens.
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 *pick* 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 neva been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good.
Dress in all your fancy clothes.
Sneaker's looking Fresh to Def 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 *pick* it with you.
You'll be my 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 ?
Could 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 *pick* it with you.
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy

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