Estelle - American boy - ts7 remix lyrics

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 you." 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'm a like what's underneath them 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 liking 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 never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good Dress in all your fancy clothes Sneaker's looking Fresh to d**h, I'm loving those Shell Toes Walking that walk Talk that slick talk I'm liking this American Boy. American Boy Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay 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 know a gwan blud Who k**ing em in the UK Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly, because most of this press don't f**k with 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 drinking Rap singer. Chain Blinger Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinking What's you're persona About this Americana 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 peacoat, 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 Cause a lot wags want to hear it And I'm feeling 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