American Boy (feat. Kanye West)

This is a number one champion sound

Yeah, Estelle, we 'bout to get down

Who the hottest in the world right now?

Just touched down in London town

Bet they give me a pound

Tell 'em 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 guy who's just my type

I like the way he's speakin'

His confidence is peakin'

Don't like his baggy jeans

But I'ma like what's underneath it

And no I ain't been to MIA

I heard that Cali never rains

And New York's wide awake

First let's see the West End

I'll show you to my brethren

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, maybe, 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

Dress 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

Tell 'em wagwan blud

Who killin' em in the UK

Everybody gonna to say: You K

Reluctantly

Because most of this press

Don't fuck 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 rhymer

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 Pea 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 caaaash

Cuz a lot wags wanna hear it

And I'm feelin

Like Mike at his baddest

Like The Pips and the Gladys

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?

Would you be mine?

Would 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 Fransisco 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 love to see LA

I really want to come kick it with you

You'll be my American boy