Waterloo, knowing my fate is to be with you Woah, woah, woah-oh Waterloo, finally facing my Waterloo Waterloo, couldn't escape if I wanted to Waterloo, I was defeated, you won the war Waterloo, promise to love you for ever more I feel like I win when I

Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah I didn't have you under my tree this Christmas But I had you all over my wish list You're not under my mistletoe The weather outside is cold Lord knows I tried Under my tree this Christmas Oh-oh-oh-oh (Ear drummers)

Waterloo, knowing my fate is to be with you Waterloo, couldn't escape if I wanted to Woah, woah, woah-oh Waterloo, finally facing my Waterloo Waterloo, I was defeated, you won the war Waterloo, promise to love you for ever more I feel like I win when I

Like how she pop it like woah, woah, woah Like how she pop it like woah, woah Like how she pop it like woah See that, sexy sexy, wine it up for me, oh No te vayas, baby, ven, quédate aquí Yeah, yeah, I'm bad for you (Iré por ti) Only you (Solo por ti)

I said she can be all, all that I'll ever need, Oh oh oh oh, petah long side j boog Oh oh, oh oh, with a sound from da sun yeah She's a sunshine girl lighting up my world She's to me she makes me say woah, woah, woah, woah, woah woah She so sweet it

Gotta flex hard, yeah, ooh Gotta shine hard, gotta shine hard 20 on a chain, 35 chain 40 stacked chain, yeah Gotta stunt hard, gotta shine hard 20 on a chain, 30 stacked chain Woah, oh, city to city and skrr (skrr) Woah, oh, I'm lookin' like a merchant

Off-White, alright Pop a Xan, goodnight (ooh) Off-White, alright (ooh) Off-White, alright (alright) She kept lookin' at my ice (yeah) Off-White, alright (woah) Off-White, alright (yeah) She kept lookin' at my ice (bang) Off-White, alright (bang bang)

They say hard work pays off, I've been feeling paid off Tryna take it then you dead, Nate Dogg Put the chopper to your head, and take it off Fast break, taking off Dunk on the bitch, John Wall, woah Keep niggas on they toes I ain't never play fair

Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it) Don't play, we go drummin' for that bag (boh-boh) I slap her ass then I dab Runnin' to that bag (woah-woah) We be goin' for that bag (oh-oh) I smack her ass like that (that) Only want the head if she

Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" (Woah) like the beginning of "Mean Streets" Woah oh, woah oh, woah oh Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" (oh) I'm prolific, so gifted I'm the type that's gon' go get it, no kidding Breaking down a Swisher in front