American Boy (Explicit Version) - Estelle/Ye

Lyrics by：Estelle Swa

Composed by：SPEIR, CALEB / HARRIS, KEITH ERNESTO / ADAMS, WILLIAM / WEST, KANYE OMARI / STEPHENS, JOHN ROGER / SWARAY, ESTELLE / LOPEZ, JOSHUA / WASHINGTON, KWELI EBON

Kanye West/Estelle：

This a number one champion sound

Yeah

Yeah Estelle we 'bout to get down

Get down

Who the hottest in the world right now

Uh

Just touched down in London town

Uh

Bet they give me a pound

Uh

Tell them put the money in my hand right now

Yeah

Tell the promoter we need more seats

We just sold out all the floor seats

Estelle：

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

Estelle：

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 all the way

First let's see the West End I'll show you to my bredrin

I'm likin' this American boy American boy

Estelle：

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

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

Estelle：

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 lookin' fresh to death I'm lovin' those Shell Toes

Walkin' that walk talk that slick talk

I'm likin' this American boy American boy

Estelle：

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

Tell 'em wagwan blud

Kanye West with Estelle：

Who killin' them in the UK

Everybody gonna say "You K"

Reluctantly 'cause 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 you thinkin'

Ribena I know what you're drinkin'

Rap singer chain blinger

Holler at the next chick soon as you're blinkin'

What's your persona about this Americana rhymer

Am I shallow 'cause all my clothes designer Uh

Dressed smart like a London bloke

Yeah

Before he speak his suit bespoke

Woop

And you thought he was cute before

Look at this pea coat tell me he's broke

Woo

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 lotta wags wanna hear it

And I'm feelin' like Mike at his baddest

Like The Pips at their gladdest

And I know they love it

So to hell with all that rubbish

Estelle：

Would you be my love my love

Would you be mine

Could 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

Estelle：

Take me on a trip I'd like to go some day

Ooh someday

Take me to Chicago San Francisco bay

I wanna see LA

I really want to You come kick it with you

Ooh-ooh-ooh

You'll be my American boy American boy

Be my American boy

Estelle：

Take me on a trip I'd like to go some day

I'd like to go some day

Take me to New York I'd love to see LA

See LA

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