POLIAKOFF CAR MECHANICS
Yes.
Bitch!
NO TRACES
Aserrín, aserrán The woodsmen of San Juan
They ask for bread, they don't get
They ask for cheese, they get bones
All the bling, the cash You know I got it, it's hot
In the street with my people I'm hot to trot
At night I can't sleep Come on, light it up, light it up
I am different You got it? You got it?
I am the boss The president
Stop the car, bitch!
Bitches!
Hey, bitches!
Let's go!
If only you knew, shorty How much I love you
Because you are what's good in my life
Shorty, I'll spoil you like crazy Come on, come on
Love me back
SECRETARY
Bitch!
What the fuck? Is she calling us racists?