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No 1

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22nd March 2008
for 4 weeks


American Boy -
Estelle with Kayne West


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 guy 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 brethren
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
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 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

Who killin' em in the UK
Everybody gonna 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. I got 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 befo'
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 lotta WAGS want to hear it
And I'm feelin like Mike at his Baddest. The Pips and they Gladys
And I know they love it. so to hell with all that rubbish

Would you be my love, my love
Could you be mine would you be my love my love, could you 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 New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American Boy

 

   


 

 

 

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