American Boy (美国男孩) - Chart Superstars

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 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 five foot seven 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 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 brethren

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 L.A.

I really want to come kick it with you

You'll be my American boy American boy

You'll be my American boy American boy

Can we get away this weekend

Take me to Broadway

Let's go shopping baby maybe then we'll go to a cafe

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 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

Let them know agwan blud

Who killing 'em in the U-K

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 ow ow

Ain't nothing new now now

He crazy I know what ya thinking

Ribena I know what your drinking

Rap singer chain blinger

Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinking

What's you're persona about this American Brama

Am I shallow cause 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 ain't into all that

I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit

But I still talk that ca-a-a-sh

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

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 New York I'd love to see L.A.

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.

I really want to come kick it with you

You'll be my American boy American boy