Kanye:
This another one champion sound
Yeah Estelle we 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

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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 em
And no I aint been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York's all the way.
First let's see the West end.
I'll show you to my brethen.
I'm like this American Boy. American Boy

Chorus

Can we get away this weekend
Take me to Broadway
Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a Cafй
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


Kanye:
Who killin em in the UK.
Everybody gonna to 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. Aint nothing new now now.
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin. White Pino I know what you're drinkin.
Rap singer. Chain Blinger.
Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinkin. What's your persona. I got this American Brahma.
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 before. 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 C-A-A-ASH.
Cuz a lot wacks 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

Estelle:
Would you be my love, my love.
would 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

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Adaugat in: Nov 5, 2012

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