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estelle ft. kanye west - american boy (slowed + reverb + bass)

estelle ft. kanye west - american boy (slowed + reverb + bass) 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 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 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 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 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 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! Who killin' them in the UK? Everybody gonna say, "You, K" Reluctantly, 'cause 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 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 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 Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day (Ooh, someday) Take me to Chicago, San Francisco bay I really want to come kick it with you (Ooh-ooh-ooh) You'll be my American boy, American boy (Be my American boy) 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? I do not own the rights to the video or music, all rights belong to their respectful owners. This video is not intended to violate any Condition of Use. Fair use is permitted by copyright statutes.