American Boy (In the Style of Estelle Featuring Kanye West) [Karaoke Version] (Karaoke Version)

Just another 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

Better 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

I like the way he's speaking his confidence is peaking

Don't like his baggy jeans but I'm a 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 best friend

I'm liking this American boy American boy

Take me on a trip I'd like to go someday

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 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

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

Who killing em in the UK

Everybody gonna say You OK

Reluctantly

Estelle once said to me cool down down

Don't act like a fool now now

I always act a fool ow ow

Ain't nothing new now now

He crazy I know what you thinking

Ribena I know what you're drinking

Rap singer chain blinger

Holla at the next chick soon as you blinking

What's your persona

About this americana

Brama in my shadow

Cause all my clothes designer

Oh dress 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 ain't into all that

I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit

But I still talk that caaash

'Cause a lot of wags wanna hear it

And I'm feeling like Mike at his baddest

Like 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

Would you be mine

Would you be my love my love

Would you be mine

Could you be my love my love

Oh

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 Chicago San Francisco Bay

I really want to come kick it with you

You'll be my American boy American boy