You looking through Tinder on a Friday night
Yeah
I’m the one, yeah
I’m the one, yeah
Staring at my picture like you want to swipe right
Yeah
I’m the one, yeah
I’m the one, yeah

And you sick of all these other imitators
Don’t let the only real one intimidate ya
You know brown chocolate is your type
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 don’t even blur my belt
I’m not Chance the rapper
Everything is guaranteed
And I drive a big truck
So I’ve got the major key

My daily routine is eating thirteen rotis
And then another one, my wifey serve it to me
She say she want a man who can speak another language
Kidman soniyeh
I’m a mother effing savage
She want sex after marriage
But the me tell you this
When I hit it, we playing cricket, and it is going to be a six

She want to go to India, get gold no spray tans
She 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 me posts
And I give her goosebumps, I am Manjeet the ghost
Her ex is now comedy, I made that boy a joke