ESTELLE FEAT. KANYE WEST, AMERICAN BOY Letras de Canciones (v.2)

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[Verse 1]
Just another one champion sound
Yeah, Estelle, we 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

[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...

[Verse 2]
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 them
And no I ain't been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York's all awake
First let's see the west end
I'll show you to my bedroom
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 LA
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American Boy...American boy...

[Verse 3]
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
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]
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...

Let them kno wagwan blud...

[Verse 4]
Who killin' 'em in the UK?
Everybody gonna to say you, 'kay?
Reluctantly, cause 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
White Pinot, I know what you're drinkin
Rap singer...
Chain Blinger...
Holla at the next chick soon as you blinkin
What's you're persona
About this Americana
Drama and my shadow
Cuz 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're not into all that
I heard your lyrics...I feel your spirit
But I still talk that CAAASH
Cuz a lot wags wanna 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

[Breakdown]
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 Francisco Bay
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American Boy...American boy...

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