Uh woah uh woah uh woah Ahora puedo regalar (qué) Un pedacito a cada nena, solo un pedacito Ahora te digo goodbye Uh woah uh woah uh woah Tú me partiste el corazón (Maluma, baby) Tú me partiste el corazón (ay, mi corazón) Pero mi amor no hay problema, no

I wanna walk about it, talk about it Tell all the world about you, tell the world about you Woah, I wanna walk, walk about I wanna talk, talk about I wanna tell, wanna tell the world all about you I'm gonna give, love so true We'll have a love, we'll

Slow baby, when you wine pon it Tek weh yuh heart girl, I got your call Tek weh yuh heart girl, me a tell you from start Woah baby, when you wine pon it Come next to me Love when you next to me You're gonna be the death of me Be your destiny, flex with

Wherever you go, I'll go wherever you go It wasn't 'til I met you Oh woah, you're the music in the dark And you're the sound of my guitar You're the high that I was chasing You're the song inside my head That I understood the sky And the way the moon

Woah, oh-oh-oh In your snapback Those stars need to be wished on Your skin needs to be kissed on My eyes, baby, they're fixed on you in your snapback T-shirt of your favorite rock band Checkin' your make-up in my Ray Bans Strictly outta curiosity What

Say my name, say my name If you love me, let me hear you Let me hear you I am dying to believe you I feel alone in your arms I feel you breaking my heart Ooh-woah-oah If you're really being honest If you really want this (ooh-woah-oah)

Woah, what a wonderful night Woah, watch me glisten in ice Woah, don't this shit look real nice? Woah, tryna feel all the vibes I don't know what's the deal And I'm just tryna feel, feel Tryna feel it Ayy, ooh your love, it fill me up Ooh, tryna feel

You return like Saturn to me Oh, w-w-w-w-woah You leave and return Eventually you will proceed to give me what I need And that's how it should be You're just like Saturn to me, to me (Saturn to me) I orbit around the way that you are Can't help but be

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

Gettin' high, chillin' with my bros Gettin' high, blazin' with the bros And you know I got a gang of pre-rolls Talkin' 'bout these hoes, yeah Tryna dodge these hoes Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, woah, oh, woah It's gon' be your favorite song