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Just
another
one
champion
sound
Yeah
Estelle
we
about
to
get
down
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
you
I
just
met
this
five
foot
seven
guy
who's
just
my
type
Like
the
way
he's
speaking
His
confidence
is
peaking
Don't
like
his
baggy
jeans
but
I
might
like
the
what's
underneath
them
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
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
LA
I
really
want
to
Come
kick
it
with you
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
Café
Let's
go
on
the
subway
take
me
to
your
hood
I've
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
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
Who
killing
them
in
the
UK
Everybody
gonna
to
say
you
K
Reluctantly
'cause
most
of
this
press
don't
with me
Estelle
once
said
to
me
cool
down
down
Don't
act
a
fool
now
now
I
always
act
a
fool
Aint
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're
blinking
What's
you're
persona
About
this
Americana
rhymer
Am
I
shallow
'cause
all
my
clothes
designer
Dressed
smart
like
a
London
Bloke
Before
he
speaks
his
suit
bespoke
And
you
thought
he
was
cute
before
Look
at
this
peacoat
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
ca-a-ash
'Cause
a
lot
wags
want
to
hear
it
And
I'm
feeling
like
Mike
at
his
baddest
Like
the
pips
at
they
gladdest
And
I know
they
love
it
so
to
hell
with
all
that
rubbish
Would
you
be
my
love
my
love
Would
you
be
my
love
my
love
Could
you
be
my
love
my
love
Would
you
be
my
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