American Boy (美国男孩) - Estelle/Kanye West
Written by：Estelle Swa
Lyrics by：Kanye West/Josh Lopez/Estelle SwarayKeith/HarrisWilliam/ AdamsCaleb Speir
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
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 guys who's just my type
I like the way he's speaking his confidence is peaking
Don't like his baggy jeans but Ima like what's underneath it
And no I aint 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 bridrens
I'm like this American Boy American Boy
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
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 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
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
（I can't hear anything ）
Who killin em in the UK
Everybody gonna to say you K
Reluctantly because most of this press don't f**k 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
Ribena I know what you're 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 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 CAAASH
Cuz 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 Fransisco Bay
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American Boy be my American Boy