Find new, love, top and best song lyrics - 2010

(Kanye West)
This is one number champion sound,
Yeah Estelle about to get down
Who the hottest in the world right now?
Just touch down in London town
Bet they’ll 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

(Estelle)
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
I like the way he’s speaking, his confidence is peaking
Don’t like his baggy jeans but
I’ma like what’s underneath them
And no I ain’t been to MIA,
I heard that Cali never rains and New Yorks heart awaits
First let’s see the west end,
I’ll show you to my bedroom
I’m liking 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

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
Sneaker’s looking 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

(Kanye West)
Who killin’ ‘em in the UK
Everybody gonna say you K,
Reluctantly, cos most of this press don’t f**k 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’
Ribena 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 Americana?
Am I shallow cos 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 ain’t into all that
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit
But I still talk that caaash
Cos a lot WAGs want to hear it
And I’m feelin’ like Mike at his baddest,
The pimps at their gladdest
And I know they love it,
So to hell with all that rubbish

(Estelle)
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 Francisco Bay
I really want to come kick it with you
You’ll be my American Boy, American Boy