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    Kanye West:
    Just another
    One champion sound
    Me and Estelle
    About 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 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 guys
    Who's just my type
    I 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 bridrens
    I'm like this 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 neva 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


    Let them kno wagwan blud

    Kanye West:
    Who killin em in the Uk
    Everybody gonna to say you K
    Because most of this press
    Don't fuck wit 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 ya thinkin
    I know what you're drinkin'
    Rap singer
    Chain Blinger
    Holla at the next chick soon
    As you're blinkin
    What's you're persona
    About this American Brama
    Am I shallow
    Cuz all my clothes designer
    Dressed 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're not into all that
    I heard your lyrics
    I feel your spirit
    But I still talk that caaaash
    Cuz a lot wags want to hear it
    And I'm feelin
    Like Mike at his Baddest
    The Pips at they Gladys
    And I know they love it
    So to hell
    Wwith all that rubbish

    Would you be my love, my love
    Could be mine
    Would you be my love, my love
    Could 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
    Take me to Chicago
    San Fransisco Bay
    I really want
    To come kick it with you
    You'll be my american boy

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