Lotería [English translation]

At 5 o'clock in the morning he calls you

Wants to have you in his bed

But he doesn't know how to satisfy the desires

Poor thing, he is a saint and you a devil

There is no comparison

I told you well

That he is a loser

Because of this she's still mine

He couldn't make you fall in love with him

Although he has done witchcraft to you

There is only one winner

In this lottery

(Ay, ay, ay, ay)

Maybe he doesn't realize you're still mine?

(Ay, ay, ay, ay)

Or that it drives him crazy to conceal his loss?

Haha

Tell that trickster to loosen up your band already

You're already good

Bruh, your girl knows my name

Royce

(She says)

Poor unhappy person, not realizing again

That I am your drop of water in the desert

Because when he wants to see you

If i call you, and you invent an excuse

There is no comparison

I told you well

That he is a loser

Because of this she's still mine

He couldn't make you fall in love with him

Although he has done witchcraft to you

There is only one winner

In this lottery

There is no comparison

I told you well

That he is a loser

Because of this she's still mine

He couldn't make you fall in love with him

Although he has done witchcraft to you

There is only one winner

In this lottery

(Ay, ay, ay, ay)

Maybe he doesn't realize you're still mine?

(Ay, ay, ay, ay)

Or that it drives him crazy to conceal his loss?

(How she moves, how she cried)

Because of this she's still mine

(And I taught her the tricks in bed)

Because of this she's still mine

(Ask her, ask her)

(Ask her what her skin says)

(Ey, ey, ey, yeh)

Because of this she's still mine

Because of this she's still mine (Oh, yeh)

Because of this she's still mine (Oh, yeh)

Because of this she's still mine

I ain’t gon’ sit here arguing with ya

I want my–