Letra de ' American Boy (feat. Kanye West) ' de Estelle

This is a number 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 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
'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 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
'Cause 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