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This a number one champion sound
Yeah Estelle we 'bout 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 L.A.
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
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 liking 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 L.A.
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my 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 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
Dressed in all your fancy clothes
Sneakers looking fresh to death I'm loving those Shell Toes
Walking that walk talk that slick talk
I'm liking 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 L.A.
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy
Tell 'em wagwan blud
Who killing them in the UK
Everybody going to say "You K"
Reluctantly because 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 oww oww
Ain't nothing new now now
He crazy I know what you thinking
Ribena I know what you're drinking
Rap singer chain blinger
Holler at the next chick soon as you're blinking
What's your persona about this Americana rhymer
Am I shallow 'cause all my clothes designer
Uh 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 ain't into all that
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit
But I still talk that ca-a-ash
'Cause a lot of wags want to hear it
And I'm feeling 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
Could you be mine
Would you be my love my love
Could 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 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
Take me on a trip I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York I'd love to see L.A.
See L.A.
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