And You Thought He Was Cute Before Lyrics


And You Thought He Was Cute Before Lyrics By Estelle. 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.

And You Thought He Was Cute Before 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 ’em put the money in my hand right now (Yes)Tell the promoter we need more seatsWe just sold out all the floor seats

Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some dayTake me to New York, I’d love to see LAI really want to come kick it with youYou’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 typeLike the way he’s speakin’, his confidence is peakin’Don’t like his baggy jeans but I might like what’s underneath themAnd, no, I ain’t been to MIAI heard that Cali never rains and New York’s wide awakeFirst let’s see the West End, I’ll show you to my bredrinI’m likin’ this American boy, American boy

Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some dayTake me to New York, I’d love to see LAI really want to come kick it with youYou’ll be my American boy, American boy

La, la la, la la, eyaLa, la la, la la, eyaLa, la la, la la, eyaWill you be my American boy? American boy

Can we get away this weekend? Take me to BroadwayLet’s go shopping, maybe then we’ll go to a caféLet’s go on the subway, take me to your hoodI never been to Brooklyn and I’d like to see what’s goodDressed in all your fancy clothesSneakers lookin’ fresh to death, I’m lovin’ those Shell ToesWalkin’ that walk, talk that slick talkI’m likin’ this American boy, American boy

Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some dayTake me to New York, I’d love to see LAI really want to come kick it with youYou’ll be my American boyTell ’em wah gwan, blud!

Who killin’ them in the UK?Everybody gonna say, “You, K”Reluctantly, ’cause most of this press don’t fuck with meEstelle once said to me, “Cool down, downDon’t act a fool now, now.”I always act a fool oww, owwAin’t nothing new now, nowHe crazy, I know what you thinkin’Ribena, I know what you’re drinkin’Rap singer, chain blingerHoller 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? UhDressed smart like a London bloke (Yeah)Before he speak his suit bespoke (Woop)And you thought he was cute beforeLook at this pea coat, tell me he’s broke (Woo)And I know you ain’t into all thatI heard your lyrics, I feel your spiritBut I still talk that ca-a-ash‘Cause a lotta wags wanna hear itAnd I’m feelin’ like Mike at his baddestLike The Pips at their gladdestAnd I know they love itSo 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? (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 wanna see the Bay)I really want to (You) 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 youYou’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, eyaWill you be my American boy?

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