Halal Buddy
July 17, 2011 Leave a Comment
I don’t know if I can love her
From the bottom of my heart though I wanna touch her
Hijab and modesty turn me on
Like I wanna be till I yawn
Long abayah saw my look gave me a pass
All I’m trying to figure out is do she have a fat a##
Let me take her walee for tea
Gather two witnesses then y’all brothers flee
A few short surahs is my dowry
Muslim Ghetto marriage fit for Maury
But the last one I gave my heart, soul and mind
She tortured all three and that wasn’t kind
Ukhti you been her too
By more than a few
Both of our hearts have felt pain
So maybe this love s### just lame
Not to sound nutty we just need to be halal buddies
Allah done blessed you with a lot you cant hide
Be a shame if we couldn’t take a ride
Lips and hips and movie shows and dinner for two
Then go back to our separate homes thats what we do
Not Leave it to Beaver
Not haram either
Muslims with needs
Hopes of being Romeo shattered by past deeds
