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American Boy (Versión Original)

Feat. Kanye West

(Kanye)
Just another one champion sound
Me and Estelle about to get down
We the hottest in the world right now
Just touched down in London town
Better 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

(Estelle)
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 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 going to 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 bredrens
I’m liking 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 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
Walking that walk
Talk that slick talk
I’m liking this American Boy. American Boy

Chorus

Let them know what is going on man

(Kanye)
Who killin them 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 thinking
Ribena I know what you’re drinking
Rap singer, chain blinger
Holla at the next chick soon as you’re blinking
What’s your persona about this Americana
Am I shallow because 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 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

(Estelle)
Would you be my love, my love
Could you 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