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 L.A.
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 L.A.
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 L.A.
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 m
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 designe
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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