Habiba Lyrics in English Boef

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Ha, you're dirty but I'm meaner

In the club, I run into your mom

And I wanna leave quick 'cause we gotta weigh

And your client's served, you gotta be earlier

I lost it all but got reunited with cash

Prayed for my sins every now and then

I dine out for a good price

I'm a publisher, they book me

Fitted with an alarm in the back

So they come through the front, what did you think?

For those goldies I pull out brakkas, man

I was in the streets for nights on end

Here the nights are long and the days short

I'm sleep-deprived 'cause I sleep too little

I finish it or I blow it

How she licks my banana makes me crazy proud

If they're after me today, I'm gone tomorrow

I empty your safe, not your worries

I still remember the days I was unknown

Now I'm on top while you're underneath

I had to race the police so many times, man

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

Grip on the scene, I'm dominant

Soufiane, but the white boys say Sofie Jan

Habiba, Habiba

Why you stressing me, ya zina, ya 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 too in love, no

Habiba, Habiba

Why you stressing me, ya zina, ya 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 too in love, no

Focused, I'm dedicated

Always after loot, not messing with sl*ts

You're sleeping on me, never stayed in bed

All or nothing, that's how many think

There's cash in my hood, but who pulls the most?

Better bury it or stash it in flats

Rip deal, they can shank you in your flat

I had trash but never messed with gangs

I was on the streets, looked demonically possessed

For this sh*t that I own now

And I asked for a mill but got fans

So you get that I spit this for you

Cold bro, even when I spit in July

For vacation I'm back in the July rush

And I carry that nine, who's your striker?

You talk a lot, but still y'all do nothing

Habiba, Habiba

Why you stressing me, ya zina, ya 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 too in love, no

Habiba, Habiba

Why you stressing me, ya zina, ya 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 too in love, no

After 'Lauw' she was really in love

You act the big man but you're not

No diploma, then you'll have to run, friend

Get caught in winter, won't see the spring

Your whip gets rented out and sold

First stored in a shed or a box

Then everything's gone, bring it pure or with locks

Bring it pricey to the shop

In my hood you find cops

Or they find you

Lotta cash bro, invest in gold

A lot gets carried, sometimes things go wrong

Don't need to see your statement, I trust you blind

Flash me once, I'll never 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 is f*cking old

Habiba

Why you stressing me, ya zina?

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

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

So don't fall too in love, no

Habiba, Habiba

Why you stressing me, ya zina, ya 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 too in love, no

Habiba

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SONG MEANING

Habiba is Boef’s raw postcard from the streets, wrapped in a catchy hook that repeats the Arabic term for “beloved.” Instead of a tender love letter, the Dutch-Algerian rapper lets us glimpse his life of late-night hustle, police chases and fast cash. He talks about dodging danger, stacking money and rising from obscurity to headline status, all while warning the girl who keeps calling his name that romance is the last thing on his mind.

The chorus drives home the conflict: “Habiba, why stress me? I’m in the streets with thieves, focused on earning, so do not fall too deep.” Boef contrasts flashy success with the paranoia that still follows him, showing pride in his grind and skepticism toward anyone who might slow him down. The song becomes both a celebration of survival and a cautionary tale: love can wait, but the streets never sleep.

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