Lotería

At five in the morning, he calls you
Wishing to have you in his bed
But he doesn't know how to satisfy your desires
Poor thing, he's a saint and you're a devil

There's no comparison, I told you well
That he's a loser, that's why you're still mine
He hasn't been able to make you fall in love, even though he's done witchcraft on you
There's only one winner in this lottery

Ay, ay, ay, ay
Doesn't he realize that you're still mine?
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Or is he pretending to be crazy to disguise his loss?

Tell that dude to loosen up already, it's enough
Bro, your girl knows my name
(Royce)

Poor fool, he doesn't realize once again
That I'm your drop of water in the desert
That when he wants to see you
If I call you, you make up a story

There's no comparison, I told you well
That he's a loser, that's why you're still mine
He hasn't been able to make you fall in love, even though he's done witchcraft on you
There's only one winner in this lottery

Ay, ay, ay, ay
Doesn't he realize that you're still mine?
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Or is he pretending to be crazy to disguise his loss?

How she moves, how she talks
That's why she's still mine
I taught her the tricks in bed
That's why she's still mine

Ask him, ask him, ask him
Who gives him goosebumps, yeh-yeh
That's why she's still mine
That's why she's still mine
That's why she's still mine

I ain't gonna sit here and argue with you
I want my–