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Habiba

[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
 


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