Habiba [English translation]

[Intro]

Rrrrrr, hah, it's just Boef man

[Verse 1]

Ha, you're nasty but I'm meaner

In the club, come across your mom

And I want to leave quickly because we have to weigh

And your customer has been helped, you should be earlier

I lost everything, but reunited with money

Prayed from time to time for my sins

I go out for dinner for a good price

I'm a publisher, they book me

Provided with an alarm from behind

So they come via the front, but what did you think?

For those goldies I commit burglaries

I was on the streets for nights

Here the nights are long, and the days short

I have a sleep deprivation because I sleep too little

I finish it or I spend it

The way she licks my banana makes me proud like a monkey*

Am I wanted today, then I'll be gone tomorrow

I take away your safe, not your worries

Remember those days I was unknown

Now on top while you are down below

Had to flee so often from the police man

But now I'm insured, I got a policy man

Yes, grip on the scene, I'm dominant

Soufiane, but those tatta's** say Sofie-Jan

[Hook]

Habiba, Habiba

Why do you stress me out a zina, a zina?

I'm on the street, I'm with thieves, with thieves

I don't even think about love, I'm focused on earning

So don't fall in love too much, no

Habiba, Habiba

Why do you stress me out a zina, a zina?

I'm on the street, I'm with thieves, with thieves

I don't even think about love, I'm focused on earning

So don't fall in love too much, no

Habiba, Habiba

[Verse 2]

Focused, I'm dedicated

Always gone after the loot, not busy with sluts

You're sleeping on me, never stayed in bed

All or nothing, yes that's how many think

In my neighbourhood there's cash, but who attracts the most?

Better to put it in the ground or in flats

Rip deal, yes they can put you in your flats

I had junk, but never busy with the gang

I was on the streets, I looked madly possessed

For the shit, which I own now

And I asked for a mil, but I got fans

So you understand that I spit this for you guys

Cold brother, even when I spit in July

For vacation I'm again in July's rush hour

And I carry that 9, who is your striker?

And they talk, but still you guys do nothing (no!)

[Hook]

Habiba, Habiba

Why do you stress me out a zina, a zina?

I'm on the street, I'm with thieves, with thieves

I don't even think about love, I'm focused on earning

So don't fall in love too much, no

Habiba, Habiba

Why do you stress me out a zina, a zina?

I'm on the street, I'm with thieves, with thieves

I don't even think about love, I'm focused on earning

So don't fall in love too much, no

Habiba, Habiba

[Verse 3]

After ''Lauw'' she was in love for real

You play like a big man, but you're not

No certificate, then you're gonna have to run friend

Get caught in the winter, doesn't see the spring

Your car will be rented and sold

First stored in a shed or box

Then everything gone, bring it purely or with girls

Bring it to the shop expensively, in my neighbourhood you'll find cops yes...

Or they find you

Welloe cash brother, invest in gold

And a lot is being carried, sometimes things go wrong

Don't need to see your declaration, I'm counting on you blindly

Flash me once, no way that I'll trust you again

You don't get it, so I'm teaching you

You're not relevant, what are you forcing?

That Philipp Plein shirt, it's hella old

[Hook]

Habiba, Habiba

Why do you stress me out a zina, a zina?

I'm on the street, I'm with thieves, with thieves

I don't even think about love, I'm focused on earning

So don't fall in love too much, no

Habiba, Habiba

Why do you stress me out a zina, a zina?

I'm on the street, I'm with thieves, with thieves

I don't even think about love, I'm focused on earning

So don't fall in love too much, no

Habiba, Habiba

• Artist:Boef
• Album:Slaaptekort