Habiba

Rrrrrr, hah, it’s just Boef, man

Ha, you’re dirty but I’m getting meaner
In the club, running into your mom
And I wanna get out quick 'cause we gotta weigh in
And your client’s taken care of, you should’ve been earlier
I lost everything, but reunited with Floes
Prayed for my sins every now and then
I’m dining out for a good price
I’m a publisher, they book me
Got alarms set in the back
So they come in the front, but what did you think?
For those goldies, I’m putting in work, man
I was on the streets, and that went on for nights
Here the nights are long, and the days are short
I’m sleep-deprived 'cause I don’t sleep enough
I finish it off or I blow it all
How she licks my banana makes me super proud
If I’m wanted today, I’ll be gone tomorrow
I’ll get your safe, not your worries
Remember those days when I was unknown?
Now I’m on top while you’re down below
I had to run from the cops so many times, man
But now I’m insured, I got a policy, man
Yeah, got a grip on the scene, I’m dominant
Soufiane, but those girls call me Sofie-Jan

Baby, Baby
Why you stressing me, you little whore, you little whore?
I’m on the street, I’m with thieves, with thieves
I don’t even think about love, I’m focused on making money
So don’t fall too hard, no
Baby, Baby
Why you stressing me, you little whore, you little whore?
I’m on the street, I’m with thieves, with thieves
I don’t even think about love, I’m focused on making money
So don’t fall too hard, no

Focused, I’m dedicated
Always on the grind, not messing with hoes
You’re sleeping on me, never stayed in bed
All or nothing, yeah, that’s how many think
In my hood, there’s cash but who’s pulling the most?
Better off in the ground or in the dirt
Rip deal, yeah, they can stab you in the dirt
I had trouble but never messed with the gang
I was on the streets, I seemed scary possessed
For that shit, that I now own
And I asked for a mil, but I got fans instead
So you get that I’m spitting this for you
Cold, bro, even when I spit in July
For vacation, I’m back in July’s grind
And I carry that nine, who’s your shooter?
And they talk a lot, but you guys don’t do shit (no!)

Baby, Baby
Why you stressing me, you little whore, you little whore?
I’m on the street, I’m with thieves, with thieves
I don’t even think about love, I’m focused on making money
So don’t fall too hard, no
Baby, Baby
Why you stressing me, you little whore, you little whore?
I’m on the street, I’m with thieves, with thieves
I don’t even think about love, I’m focused on making money
So don’t fall too hard, no

After "Lauw" she was really in love
You play the whole man but you’re not it
No diploma, then you gotta run, friend
Caught in the winter, won’t see the spring
Your ride gets rented and sold
First stored in a shed or a box
Then everything’s lost, bring it pure or with moks
Bring it expensive to the shop, in my hood you find cops, yeah
Or they find you
Well, cash bro, invest in gold
And there’s a lot of hustling, sometimes things go wrong
Don’t need to see your explanation, I’m counting blind on you
Flash me once, never will I trust you again
You don’t get it, so I’ll teach you
And you’re not on, what are you forcing now?
That Philipp Plein shirt, it’s fucking old

Baby (Baby)
Why you stressing me, you little whore? (you little whore)
I’m on the street, I’m with thieves (I’m with thieves)
I don’t even think about love, I’m focused on making money
So don’t fall too hard, no
Baby, Baby
Why you stressing me, you little whore, you little whore?
I’m on the street, I’m with thieves, with thieves
I don’t even think about love, I’m focused on making money
So don’t fall too hard, no
Baby