Songtexte American Boy - Daoutlet

Ayy, I think I wanna make this ting Who said that American boy can't rap with a UK slang and ting
Mix that with a lang and ting
I dapped up a London ting
I feel like Estelle an American boy but I rap with a London ting
Who's to say I can't use this ting?

I'm locked in like Wilson so I must show up in a black track suit, head to toe got Nike sendin' me trees to sign me
I may get hate for this but we livin' one life so hold the violence
I may just book me a flight on the Amex I got unlimited mileage

Know this one girl, she look like Ruby I may have to bag it, may do some damage
She say, I only want you if you got the funds to buy me
Bae this ain't slavery how bout you get on your feet and run up some
Nike

I got level Adidas when I'm runnin' this track like a panther
I gotta put on my Pumas
If you bring crumbs to the table bae I guess you ain't useless
Bare gyal wanna trap me in parenthood but I gotta run from the leeches
I gotta run for the demons

If you whip got bees on the side, you in a scat
If you whip got me on the side, you're winning the cash
Two twins and they testing my patience Hop in the whip and dash

I'm evil, Knievel How you say you believe in God when you're sinful more than a heathen
I can't step in the church they witchful more than priestess
I must lock up my trap I spoke too much 'bout the demons
They silence them all leave em speechless

I- I- I think I wanna make this ting Who said that American boy can't rap with a UK slang and ting
Mix that with a lang and ting
I dapped up a London ting
I feel like Estelle an American boy but I rap with a London ting
Who's to say I can't use this ting?