Estelle - American Boy Lyrics

(feat. Kanye West)

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Kanye: 

Just another one champion sound 
**** Yeah Estelle about to get down 
we 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. 
I like the way he’s speaking his confidence is peaking. 
Don’t like his baggy jeans but Imma like what’s underneath it. 
And no I aint 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 bridrens. 
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. 
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 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. 
Walking that walk. 
Talk that slick talk. 
I’m liking 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 

tell them wagwan blud 

Kanye West: 
Who killin em in the UK. 
Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly, 
because 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. 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’re not into all that. 
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit. 
But I still talk that cash. Cuz a lot wags want to 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. 
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 

Chorus 
Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some day 
Take me to Chicago, San Fransico Bay 
I really want to come kick it with you. 
You’ll be my American Boy 
You'll be my American Boy. American Boy.

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lyrics submitted on 03-03-2008
lyrics corrected by jessica on 23-11-2008