Estelle American Boy Lyrics
“This a number one champion sound (yeah)
Yeah, Estelle, we ’bout to get down (get down)
Who the hottest in the world right now? (Uh)
Just touched down in London town (uh)
Bet they give me a pound (uh)
Tell ’em, put the money in my hand right now (yes)
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 someday
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
Like the way he’s speakin’, his confidence is peakin’
Don’t like his baggy jeans, but I might like what’s underneath them
And, no, I ain’t 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 bredrin
I’m likin’ this American boy, American boy”
“Take me on a trip, I’d like to go someday
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”
“La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
La, la la, la la, eya
Will you be my American boy? American boy”
“Can we get away this weekend? Take me to Broadway
Let’s go shopping, maybe 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
Dressed in all your fancy clothes
Sneakers lookin’ fresh to death, 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 someday
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 ’em wah gwan, blud!”
“Who killin’ them in the UK?
Everybody gonna say, “You, K”
Reluctantly, ’cause most of this press don’t fuck with 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 you thinkin’
Ribena, I know what you’re drinkin’
Rap singer, chain blinger
Holler at the next chick soon as you’re blinkin’
What’s your persona about this Americana rhymer?
Am I shallow ’cause all my clothes designer? Uh
Dressed smart like a London bloke (yeah)
Before he speak his suit bespoke (woop)
And you thought he was cute before
Look at this pea coat, tell me he’s broke (woo)”
“And I know you ain’t into all that
I heard your lyrics, I feel your spirit
But I still talk that ca-a-ash
‘Cause a lotta wags wanna hear it
And I’m feelin’ like Mike at his baddest
Like The Pips at their gladdest
And I know they love it
So to hell with all that rubbish”
“Would you be my love, my love?
Would you be mine?
Would you be my love, my love?
Would you be mine?
Could you be my love, my love? (Ooh)
Would you be my American boy? American boy”
“Take me on a trip, I’d like to go someday (ooh, someday)
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay (I wanna see the Bay)
I really want to (you) come kick it with you (ooh-ooh-ooh)
You’ll be my American boy, American boy (be my American boy)”
“Take me on a trip, I’d like to go someday (I’d like to go someday)
Take me to New York, I’d love to see LA (see LA)
I really want to come kick it with you
You’ll be my American boy, American boy”
“La, la la, la la, eya (la, la)
La, la la, la la, eya (ooh, ooh)
La, la la, la la, eya
Will you be my American boy?”
Credits
This Song is by Estelle
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