BOEF Puinleven English lyrics

I prefer to go away, tattas (people that live in the Netherlands) say “go then”
But first I look for that hit, bro tell me where then?
And I have known her for a long time, but I am still (?)
And when I arrived, those bitches i saw them loosening
I was a thief, you wanted to become a loader and a looser
That bitch falls in love, she would even skip her dad for me
That’s no good, weed in that Librou brother
Now I make dirty money, drug bro, who needs to?
Pain is what the streets do, so we looked for ways out
You don’t have to be lazy, brother you have to talk
We break the loot, don’t let it break you
Shit is on brother and we’re not going to say anything
Fock a balcony, I have to live with fortune
Throw my house full of weed and start living in the garden
I had a mess, but now I keep on smoking
And because they looked at me differently, you didn’t see me coming

[Chorus]
In Albufeira for a show, I am sorry about a ho
On my grind anyway, talk to Feis or Mo
Many who are dirty and time teaches that too
But still on the streets bro, the neighborhood that is angry
In Albufeira for a show, I am sorry about a ho
On my gravel anyway, talk to Feis or Mo
Many who are dirty and time teaches that too
But still on the streets gap, the neighborhood that is angry

[Verse 2]
While I’m looking for money for my mother, I lost my father
I didn’t lie, I missed him, and that touched me
Thought of euros, hits, damage free
Now i have my own house, own car, am a boss since small
I was a thief, you were at most order picker
Louboutins but if I have to go for slippers
We broke into the house, until it was my time for me, but what we realized was that I didn’t get rich
Eyes red with drugs, am with Racist on the backseat
Don’t have eyes in my back because Frenchie sees my back
You can go to hell, I hear you’re a lesbian now, huh?
I did it, but I got lost in detention
Because bro’s were out of sight, now Dubai with a view
I am sorry, judge, you can blow but I don’t whistle
A cold, it is cold, but still smelling when there is loot
Yes, I will smell that there is loot

[Chorus]
In Albufeira for a show, I am sorry about a ho
On my grind anyway, talk to Feis or Mo
Many who are dirty and time teaches that too
But still on the streets bro, the neighborhood that is angry
In Albufeira for a show, I am sorry about a ho
On my gravel anyway, talk to Feis or Mo
Many who are dirty and time teaches that too
But still on the streets gap, the neighborhood that is angry

BOEF – Puinleven, English lyrics

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