If My Indian Dad Was A Rapper Lyrics - Lilly Singh

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