Wear Your Burka Bitch

Yeah
This shit hurts
It's crazy to me, it's crazy
You know
I'm really sorry
I'm so sorry
This is the path I've chose
It's not worth it, it's not worth it
Shout out Islam, shout out Allah

Man what's love
Can you tell me
No affection anymore that's what I believe
Running up them bands
Walking down the street
You already know we getting married please don't cheat

Yeah I'm always on the grind babe
Please don't get bored you on my mind babe
Seven figures in the bank that's my fate
Yeah my fate yeah that's my fate

And I tend to get in my feels
Always asking God like are you fucking reals
Praise to Allah I mean no disrespect
But all the suffering man he needs to get fucking checked

Bitch do the dishes bitch
Shout out Andrew Tate
Give me head bitch
I don't want to masturbate

Four wives, that's what I'm living for
But you're my favourite girl can you please clean the floor
Never let me down that's what I adore
Wear your burka bitch, or else you're a whore

You're a whore
You're a whore
You're a whore



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Writer(s): Chern Qi Gan
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