R & b chartstars - American Boy 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 [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 five foot seven 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 like this American boy, American boy [Chorus] Can we get away this weekend Take me to Broadway Let's go shopping baby maybe then we'll go to a cafe 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] Let them know agwan blud Who k**in' 'em in the U-K Everybody gonna to say you K Reluctantly, because most of this press don't f** wit me Estelle once said to me, cool down down don't act a fool now now I always act a fool ow ow Ain't nothing new now now He crazy, I know what ya thinkin' Ribena I know what your drinkin' Rap singer, chain blinger Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinkin' What's you're persona, about this American 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 pea coat, tell me he's broke And I know you ain't into all that I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit But I still talk that ca-a-a-sh Cause a lot wags want to hear it And I'm feelin' 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 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 [Chorus]