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Lyrics: Kanye West: Just another one champion sound yeah 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 Estelle: Chorus 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. like the way he's speaking, his confidence is peaking. Don't like his baggy jeans but Ima like what's underneath them. And no I aint been to MIA I heard that Cali never rains and New York's heart awaits. First let's see the west end. I'll show you to my bridren. I'm like this American Boy. American Boy Chorus 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 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. Chorus 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 Kanye West: Who killin em in the U.K. Everybody gonna to say YOU K, reluctantly, cuz most of this press don't f**k wit me. Estelle once said to me, cool down, down. Don't act a fool now, now. I always act a fool oww, oww. Aint 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, 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 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 CAAASH. Cuz a lot W.A.G.S wanna hear it. And I'm feelin like Mike at his Baddest. Like the Pips at they Gladys. And I know they love it. So to hell with all that rubbish Estelle: Would you be my love, my love, Would you be mine. Would you be my love, my love, Would you be mine. Could you be my love, my love. Would you be my American Boy. American Boy Chorus Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay. I really want to come kick it with you. You'll be my American Boy. American Boy. La,la,la,la,la,la,la La,la,la,la,la,la,la More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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