American Boy (Brooks Remix|Extended|Explicit) - Estelle/Ye/Brooks/Estelle Swaray/William Adams

Lyrics by：Estelle Swaray/William Adams/Kanye West

Composed by：Estelle Swaray/William Adams/Kanye West

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

Who killing them in the UK

Everybody going 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 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

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

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