Hello
Manjeet Singh
Chandigarh Sector 17
You looking through Tinder on a Friday night, yeah
I'm the one, yeah, I'm the one
Staring at my picture like you want to swipe right
I'm the one, yeah, I'm the one, yeah
And you sick of all those other imitators
Don't let the only real one intimidate ya
You know brown chocolate is your type, yeah
I'm the one, yeah
I'm the one
I'm the only one
I'm the one
I'm the only one (Manjeet)
I can give you more spice than you ever felt
I kiss her on the cheek and watch her foundation melt
I hit that yoga pose and she start to touch herself
'Cause I do it right, they didn't even blur my belt
I'm not Chance The Rapper, everything is guaranteed
And I drive a big truck so I have the major key
My daily routine is eating 13 rotis
And then another one, my wifey serve it up to me
She say she want a guy who can speak another language
Like kidhan soniyeh, I'm a mother effing savage
She want sex after marriage but let me tell you this
When I hit it, we playing cricket and it's going to be a six
She want to go to India, get gold, no spray tans
Want to see the Taj Mahal when we on vacation
Go to my nation, where aloo is potato
But she ain't got no visa
Okay doe
Yes I am a minority, but I give the most
The majority of your aunties are liking all my posts
And I give her goosebumps, I am Manjeet the ghost
Her ex is now comedy, I made that boy a joke
Manjeet on the beat
Be the best
Conviction music
I am a cool guy, my name is Manjeet
From Sector 17
And one time let me tell you on this sick beat
What is my morning routine
In my taxi, my taxi
In my taxi, my taxi
In my taxi, my Uber, I mean taxi
In my taxi
All the ladies scream Manjeet when they see me on the street
Oh-ho, I am in my taxi, oh-ho, I am inside of my taxi
Got a sweetie on my right and my lunch in my backseat
Oh-ho, I am in my taxi, oh-ho, I am inside of my taxi
I'm cruising through the town, got my windows down
Justin Bieber in my speaker playing very loud
I have many rupees, buying ladoos by the pound
I would make it rain but then people would drown
I don't need GPS, I have map in my brain
When I see traffic, I make my own lane
I don't need street name, no, I recognize this tree
Out of my way, beep, horn, okay please
Beep beep, horn okay please
Gel in my hair because I am the style
Ladies love it so they tell me what to dial
And then I give them call and then they ask me,
Manjeet, can you please pick me up in taxi?
That's right
Manjeet Singh
Chandigarh Sector 17
Rap music, getting all the womens, that's right
And all the mens, I mean, no, not like this
I mean because I'm very handsome so everybody like
Okay, thank you, cancel
Cancel beat
Okay, goodbye
Raindrop, ricksha
Cooking some naan on a thavaa
Serving it with butter like hot, hot, hot
I'm serving it straight to your mother
I go to Dubai when bored
First class emirates when I board
Own so much property, life is Monopoly
Pay me 'cause I own the whole board
My auntie's bad and boujee
She got them stacks of them rupees
She did it herself, she got it herself, she say hell no to them dowries
My auntie's bad and boujee
She got the stacks of them rupees
Saree worth more than your car, she dropping stacks at the bazaar
I check the time on my Rollie
Got girls turning red, it's not Holi
I'm dipping my cookie in tea
I'm lit and it's not Diwali
I'm killing these suckers like Dexter
Bag of money when I text her
Chipotle say guac is extra
I'm like do you want cash or cheque, sir?
I'm allergic to Uber X, I only do that Uber Lux
I know tip included but I still give him 100 bucks
He want to give me water but I only drink champagne
My girl start texting, change destination, now we kissing switching lanes
I wear Gucci, Prada, Versace
I got Chanel on my face
I live in a castle with gates
Postmates can't get to my place
I am first class, like 8AM school
I like Lassi, I keep it cool
Can't find your chachi, she's with your massi, stroking in my swimming pool
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
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