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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/Dapper-Captain5261 on 2024-11-28 00:29:52+00:00.


So I have a coworker who would put Spanish music on in the BOH and it would be the most raunchiest trap music ever. I’m talking about Bad Bunny, KAROL G, El Alfa kinda raunchy. Even some merengue and bachata hits are insane when I hear it as an adult.

And yes there would be people just ignoring the music and then there would be others that want a translation. Well the Latina coworker doesn’t speak English really well so she wasn’t able to explain it, so they look at me for answers. I would usually tell them that it’s “just a bunch of nonsense and the songs are designed for you to turn up” and that would usually get them to leave me alone.

Not this nosy coworker though. She was keen to know what a certain song is about. When I told her my usual spiel, she didn’t want to hear it. She wants to know the meaning behind the song “Mesa Que Mas Aplauda” and why the singer keeps saying “socks, socks,socks.” I told her that we (Latinos) don’t look too deep into the lyrics but if she wants to know the guy isn’t saying “socks, socks, socks” he’s saying “za za za” which means absolutely nothing at all and when he said “la mesa que mas aplauda le mando a la niña” he’s saying the table that claps the loudest gets the girl.

She was instantly uncomfortable but nah sis if you wanna know so much I’m gonna explain it further. I told her that they play this song in strip clubs, birthday parties, weddings, communions, quinceaneras, and just any random occasion. So for the rest of the shift I would tell her what every song is about just to make her uncomfortable. “El Venao” is about this guy gaslighting his girl after she heard rumors about him being a player. “Obsesion” is about this guy being a creep towards this girl who doesn’t want him and he’s trying to convince her to leave her man for him. “4K” is just a raunchy song about giving it to these hoes in 4k like their p0rno girls.

And by the time I left she looked like she could’ve lived the rest of her life without knowing all that. I can’t wait to tell her what “Deliquente” is about tomorrow. I bet she’ll clutch her pearls.