American Boy (feat. Estelle)

Just another
One champion sound
Me and Estelle
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 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 guys
Who's just my type
I like the way
He's speaking
His confidence is peaking
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 heart awaits
First let's see the west end
I'll show you to my bridrens
I'm like 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

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 kick it with you
You'll be my American boy

Let them kno wagwan blud

Who killin em in the UK
Everybody gonna to say you K
Reluctantly
Because most of this press
Don't fuck wit 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 American 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're not into all that
I heard your lyrics
I feel your spirit
But I still talk that caaaash
'Cause a lot 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 be mine
Would you be my love, my love
Could 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 Fransisco Bay
I really want
To come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy