Boef – Habiba (English lyrics)

[Intro]
Rrrrrr, hah, it’s just Boef man

[Verse 1]
Ha, you’re dirty but I’m more mean
In the club, I met your mom
And I want to go quick cause we have to weigh
And my client has been helped, you had to come earlier
I lost everything, but reunited with money
For my sins I sometimes prayed
I’m going out to eat for a nice price
I’m a publisher, they book me
They provided an alarm on the back
So they come from the front, what did you think?
For the golddiggers I burgle
I was on the streets, and that for nights long
Here the nights are long, and the days are short
I have lack of sleep, because I don’t sleep enough
I finish it or I use it all
How she licks my banana, makes me very proud
If I’m being searched today, I’m gone by tommorow
I take your safe, not your worries away
Still remember those days when I was unknown
Now I’m on the top while you’re under
I had to race so much from the police man
But now I’m insured, I have polis man
Yea, grip on the scene I am dominant
Soufiane, but Dutch people call me Sofie-Jan

[Hook]

Habiba, Habiba
Why are you stressing me girl, girl?
I’m on the streets, I’m with thieves, with thieves
I don’t even think about love, I’m focused on earning
So I’m not falling love, no
Habiba, Habiba
Why are you stressing me girl, girl?
I’m on the streets, I’m with thieves, with thieves
I don’t even think about love, I’m focused on earning
So I’m not falling love, no

[Verse 2]
Focused, I’m dedicated
Always on the prize, not dealing with sluts
You sleep on me, never stayed in bed
Everything or nothing, yeah a lot of people think that
In my hood there’s money but who gets the most?
Better stab in the ground or in flats
Rip deal, yeah they can stab you in flats
I was a mess but never was in a gang
I was on the streets, I looked scary possessed
For the shit, that I own now
And I asked for a mil, but I got fans
So you understand that I’m spitting this for you
Cold bro, even If I spit in July
For vacation I’m in July highway
And I’m wearing the 9, who is your striker?
And they all talk, but they do nothing

[Hook]
Habiba, Habiba
Why are you stressing me girl, girl?
I’m on the streets, I’m with thieves, with thieves
I don’t even think about love, I’m focused on earning
So I’m not falling love, no
Habiba, Habiba
Why are you stressing me girl, girl?
I’m on the streets, I’m with thieves, with thieves
I don’t even think about love, I’m focused on earning
So I’m not falling love, no

[Verse 3]
After ‘’Lauw’’ she was in love
You’re acting the big man but you aren’t
No diploma, you’re going to have to run
Get arrested in the winter, don’t see the spring
Your car gets hired and sold
First saved in a storage or a box
Then lose everything, bring it pure or with moks
Bring it expensive to the shop, in my hood you’ll find cops yeah
Or they find you
No cash bro, invest in gold
And there is a lot looted, sometimes things go wrong
Don’t need your declaration, I blindly trust you
Flash me once, I’m never trusting you again
You don’t understand it, so I’ll teach it you
And you are not relevant, what are you forcing?
That Philipp Plein shirt, it is fucking old

[Hook]
Habiba, Habiba
Why are you stressing me girl, girl?
I’m on the streets, I’m with thieves, with thieves
I don’t even think about love, I’m focused on earning
So I’m not falling love, no
Habiba, Habiba
Why are you stressing me girl, girl?
I’m on the streets, I’m with thieves, with thieves
I don’t even think about love, I’m focused on earning
So I’m not falling love, no

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