Lyrics and translation Prince Royce - Lotería

Lotería

A las cinco 'e la mañana él te llama
Deseando el tenerte en su cama
Pero, él no sabe saciarte las ganas
Pobrecito, él es un santo y tú, una diabla
No hay comparación, yo bien te lo decía
Que él es un perdedor, por eso, sigues siendo mía
No ha podido enamorarte, aunque te ha hecho brujería
Solo hay una ganador, ella es la lotería
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
¿Será que no se da cuenta que aún eres mía?
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
O, ¿será que se hace el loco pa' disfrazar su perdida?
(Jaja) Dile a ese tigre que le afloje en banda, ya
Ya está bueno
Bro', your girl knows my name (Royce)
(Royce)
Pobre infeliz, no se da cuenta, otra vez
Que yo soy tu gota de agua en el desierto
Que cuando él te quiere ver
Si te llamo, tú le inventas un cuento
No hay comparación, yo bien te lo decía
Que él es un perdedor, por eso, sigues siendo mía
No ha podido enamorarte, aunque te ha hecho brujería
Solo hay una ganador, ella es la lotería
No hay comparación, yo bien te lo decía
Que él es un perdedor, por eso, sigues siendo mía
No ha podido enamorarte, aunque te ha hecho brujería
Solo hay una ganador, ella es la lotería
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
¿Será que no se da cuenta que aún eres mía?
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
O, ¿será que se hace el loco pa' disfrazar su perdida?
(Cómo se mueve, cómo ella habla)
Por eso, sigues siendo mía
(Yo le enseñé los truco' en la c)
Por eso, sigues siendo mía
(Pregúntale, pregúntale quién te eriza la piel)
(Eh y eh) Por eso, sigues siendo mía
Por eso, sigues siendo mía (Eh)
Por eso, sigues siendo mía
(I ain't gonna sing it like you would, yeah)
(High above my dear)

Lottery

At five in the morning he calls you
Desiring to have you in his bed
But, he doesn't know how to satisfy your desires
Poor thing, he's a saint and you, a devil
There's no comparison, I told you so
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, she's the lottery
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Could it be that he doesn't realize that you're still mine?
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Or, could it be that he's playing dumb to disguise his loss?
(Haha) Tell that tiger to let go now
Enough is enough
Bro, your girl knows my name (Royce)
(Royce)
Poor fool, he doesn't realize, again
That I'm your drop of water in the desert
That when he wants to see you
If I call you, you'll make up a story
There's no comparison, I told you so
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, she's the lottery
There's no comparison, I told you so
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, she's the lottery
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Could it be that he doesn't realize that you're still mine?
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Or, could it be that he's playing dumb to disguise his loss?
(How she moves, how she talks)
That's why you're still mine
(I taught her the tricks in the c)
That's why you're still mine
(Ask her, ask her who gives you goosebumps)
(Eh and eh) That's why you're still mine
That's why you're still mine (Eh)
That's why you're still mine
(I ain't gonna sing it like you would, yeah)
(High above my dear)