ELECTROLIBONBON Lyrics (English Translation) – Kris R.

ELECTROLIBONBON (English Translation) Lyrics Meaning

[Intro]
This part kicks off with a bunch of guys reacting to a girl they recognize from the day before. They’re surprised and a little shocked by how wild she seems, almost like she never stops partying. They joke about her being fueled by things like Electrolit and Bon Bon—basically energy drinks or snacks people use to recover from hangovers or keep partying. The tone is playful, teasing, and kind of chaotic, like a late-night conversation full of attitude.

[Chorus]
Here, the artist is describing the vibe of a wild, messy party. There’s wine, champagne, and some junk food involved, plus drinks like Electrolit that help people recover from heavy partying. The piñata line is a metaphor for the night being long and intense. The women are ready for fun, and the singer’s feeling hyped and out of control. He points out how one girl is chubby, the other skinny, but they’re both part of the scene. Then he makes a dirty joke about doing something in a certain position, showing he’s more focused on s*x than anything else. It’s a mix of cockiness, chaos, and s*xual energy, all rolled into a night of no limits.

[Verse 1]
This section is full of crazy, over-the-top moments. The artist talks about stepping into the scene with confidence, acting wild, and partying hard. He brings up places like the “House of Pleasure” and brags about getting attention from women, mentioning multiple s*xual encounters in the bathroom. There’s a chaotic pride in how messy his life is—he’s not interested in anything calm or simple. He mocks others, flexing how wild his experiences are compared to them.
He admits to getting into trouble, both emotionally and s*xually, even referencing past hookups and strange situations with various people. He talks about being manipulative or careless with women, even making crude jokes about physical reactions and s*xual exchanges. He jumps from one absurd image to another—comparing himself to other artists, making fun of women’s appearances, and showing off his lack of emotional control.
He talks about wanting something better than groupies now—maybe a beauty queen—but it’s hard to tell if he’s serious. He mocks expensive habits, flexes with random luxury references like foil-wrapped bars, and throws in crude jokes about strip clubs and body parts.
Despite claiming he lives in a “s\*itty condo,” he still brags like he runs the place. There’s even a line about drug connections and doing whatever it takes to get s*x. It’s a chaotic mashup of ego, s*x, drügs, and a complete lack of filter. He knows it’s messed up, but he leans into it and doesn’t care.

[Interlude]
This is a short, dirty chant, basically repeating crude stuff and telling a girl not to walk away. It’s meant to be provocative and fits the wild, careless tone of the rest of the song.

[Chorus]
This part repeats the same kind of wild scene as earlier. There’s wine and junk food again, along with drinks like Electrolit and Bon Bon, hinting at the same dirty, chaotic fun. The party’s going to last a long time, and everything tastes a mix of sweet and bitter—probably how the whole night feels. The women are still showing up, ready to get wild, and the artist is still in that crazy mood, amped up and not holding back. Again, he jokes about two girls and makes a s*xual comment about wanting one of them. The energy is still intense, raw, and unfiltered.

[Verse 2]
This part keeps pushing the wild and chaotic vibe. He talks about being ready for anything—fighting, messing around, or going crazy at the party. He complains that some girls aren’t up to his standards, saying he wants better-looking ones and mocks the ones he sees. There’s more vulgar talk, mentioning s*x dreams and wild fantasies with celebrities.
He jokes that because he’s an artist, people want to sleep with him. There’s more bragging, and even talk about a girl losing her dignity. Then he mentions carrying a gun, in case something goes down, referencing violence like what happened to Tupac.
He keeps mixing in women’s names and brands, shifting quickly between making fun of others, telling crude stories, and bragging about his lifestyle. There’s a line about almost being stabbed and being with a girl who didn’t even pay him, which just adds to the out-of-control feeling.
His addictions to s*x and vaping come up, along with showing off diamond-studded things and more weird situations like women eating “p\*ssy bread.” He doesn’t care if things get messy or dirty—he’s into it. And if there’s no motel, they’ll still find a way. He just wants the thrill, no matter where or how.

[Outro]
He wraps it up by shouting out his hometown and the style of music he reps—Colombian trap. He basically says there’s nothing more to say, so people should stop talking trash. Then he finishes with a crude joke, comparing his party life to “strawberries and cream”—but with extra “whipped cream,” just to make it dirtier. It ends on the same reckless, raw tone that’s been running through the whole song.