juno roome - American Boy Lyrics

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 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 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
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
Dress in all your fancy clothes
Sneaker's looking 'fresh to def' 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' 'em in the UK?
Everybody gonna say, "You, K"
Reluctantly, 'cause most of this press don't f*ck 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 you thinkin'
Ribena I know what your drinkin'
Rap singer, chain blinger
Holla 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-a-sh
'Cause a lot 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?)
Would you be my love, my love? (Would you 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 (ooh, someday)
Take me to Chicago, San Fransico Bay
I really want to come kick it with you (ooh-ooh)
You'll be my 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
Will you be my American boy?