Lyrics:
Lil Tommy – haw haw hawww haw haw haw
Masala on my meat
I woke up as a brownie, oh my god I gotta tan (oh boy)
I’m so hairy in my pants (whoa, whoa boy)
There’s toof on my shelf (oh, oh)
I just FaceTimed my mate yeah (blip, blip)
He kept saying “Teri pan”, yeah (yeah)
What does that even mean (No clue)
Hai rab, I got 8 kids (oh)
Ohh, I jus love using tehl
Wonder if I can say the n-word (wait for real?)
Wait, can I really use the n-word?
What up, my Nala? (woo) where is, my nala?
Big ups, my nala, pull out, my nala
You make a bow with nala, man, forget y’all elastic
‘Cause I love nala, nala, nala, nala
I can-tie my nala!!
I woke up in this Brown body (oh yeah)
It looks like I just got back from my holiday
But we got no choice but to own our own businesses
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
I can’t believe I want chillis on Fried eggs
Yeah, chillies on Fried eggs
I’m in This Brown body
My wife wears a sari and I rent the shed out back