La Horita de Colacion
Han oido hablar del pollito al velador.
Yapo !
Esta wea le da lo mismo
La conosi en mi nuevo trabajo
Yo era el junior dela oficinase
Kedo mirando mi pecete
y me dijo k grande lo tenia
Le conte al k limpia los baños
y me dijo k tuviera cuidado
K era la mina del jefe
y k siempre tira los cagao
Y haci transkureron los dias
Cuando de pronoto del baño llamaron
Era ella con las tetas al aire
me agarro y me chupo el guanãño
Todos los dias ala hora del almuerso
los juntamos en la plaza de armas
y nos vamos corriedo al motel
y en un segundo nos agarramos a cacha
En la hortita de colacion todos entran en accion
en junior con la jefa, el gerente con la negra
vendedores secretarias las cajeras operarias
En la horita de colacion buscan su racion
los pintores, abogados con las del cafe con piernas
En la horita nadie se salva hasta la estato malo hace el amor
Y no chiste las wea, no po, no too la wea puee ser pega po weon
puta son 8 hora de trabajo weon y al final la paga ella. Ni weon po
Too avia salido perfecto
En la pega nadie sospechaba
Yo juraba k so era fin
Too sabian k me la culiaba
Precupado por mi situacion
y k a oidos del jefe llegara
decidi terminar esta historia
Por la pega y por mi señora
Hasta k un dia en el mismo motel el entraba el jefe con otra mina
los miro y sako un cañon sali corriendo mientra me disparba
en la horita...
The Snack Time
Have you heard about the chick at the night shift?
Come on!
This shit doesn't bother her
I met her at my new job
I was the office junior
She stared at my package
and said I had a big one
I told the bathroom cleaner
and he warned me to be careful
That she was the boss's girl
and she always screws around
And that's how the days went by
When suddenly they called from the bathroom
It was her with her tits out
she grabbed me and sucked my dick
Every day at lunchtime
we meet at the main square
and run off to the motel
and in a second we're fucking
At lunch break, everyone gets in on the action
the junior with the boss, the manager with the black girl
salesmen secretaries cashiers workers
At lunchtime, they look for their fix
painters, lawyers with the coffee shop girls
At lunchtime, no one is safe until the bad statue makes love
And it's not a joke, no way, not everything can be work, dude
damn, it's 8 hours of work, man, and in the end she gets paid. Not cool, man
Everything had gone perfectly
At work, no one suspected
I thought it was the end
Everyone knew I was banging her
Worried about my situation
and that it would reach the boss's ears
I decided to end this story
For the job and for my wife
Until one day at the same motel, the boss walked in with another chick
I looked at them and pulled out a gun, I ran as he shot at me
at lunchtime...