ELECTROLIBONBON Lyrics – Kris R.

ELECTROLIBONBON Lyrics Meaning

[Intro]
This part kicks off like a street convo between friends. One guy is pointing out a girl that his friend was with the night before, wondering how she’s still looking so fresh and energetic. Another replies saying that’s just how she rolls—her fuel is s*x, Electrolit (a recovery drink), and Bon Bon (possibly a snack or slang for something energizing). They’re half joking, half amazed, setting the tone for a wild, unfiltered night of partying and hookups.

[Coro]
Here, Kris R. paints a party scene full of luxury and vice. He mentions drügs (blanca likely meaning coc*ine) and fancy drinks like rosé champagne. People are high, taking hits that taste sweet and bitter, probably a reference to flavored substances. Girls came ready to party hard, and he’s feeling hyped, bragging about getting with them. He talks about two girls—one chubby, one super attractive—and says in a s*xual position like doggy style, body size doesn’t even show. But in the end, he jokes that he’s really after the hotter one.

[Verso 1]
Kris starts off flexing—he’s dressed up, takes out a new car, and crashes it while high. He tells his crew to gather girls for a party spot called “House Of Pleasure.” He compares the nudes he gets to the ones shared by a famous artist (FERXXO), then brags about wild bathroom hookups and messing around with girls his fans follow. He’s tired of constant s*x, and if a girl isn’t verified on social media, he pretends to be asleep. He calls himself “bien parido” (a proud insult reversal), not ashamed of being raw and wild.
He laughs about group s*x involving a girl nicknamed Monja (which means “nun”), saying they made her do things out of character. He even jokes about oral s*x during a girl’s period and calls out a girl for coming just to have s*x but acting shy later. He compares his drama to other public breakups and podcast gossip. If a girl isn’t “smelling good,” he suggests bringing a shovel, showing zero shame.
He describes one girl being freshly shaved and how that turns him on. He shouts out energy drink brands and mentions getting with a girl who denied her relationship. He’s hooked on drügs like “M” (likely molly or MDMA) and makes fun of girls trying to eat healthy after gaining weight. He admits to messing up and falling into s*x addiction again.
He jokes about winning the lottery with all the hookups, looking for a s*xy Venezuelan girl next. He says he wants girls who perform well in bed and will reward them with his designer stuff. He doesn’t want groupies anymore—he’s looking for a “Miss Universe” type. Every morning, he wants s*x like breakfast.
He tells people not to take his lyrics personally, as he doesn’t like to talk much. He brags about being expensive in music—charging 100 million pesos per verse. He talks about cheap weed, a girl’s awkward body, and another with weirdly spaced breasts. Despite having a rich girl, he prefers street girls who hustle and work with dangerous people. His motto: no hustle, no s*x. He ends with a dirty joke asking a girl not to leave and to keep pleasing him.

[Interludio]
This is just Kris being playful and vulgar, whispering a dirty line and laughing, asking the girl not to stop what she’s doing.

[Coro]
Once again, he describes a scene full of drügs, champagne, and girls going wild. He’s back in that party mood, enjoying hits that are sweet and bitter. Girls came to give it all, and he’s feeling crazy, bragging about getting with them. He highlights two friends—again one is curvy, the other super hot—and says body shape doesn’t matter during s*x, but he jokes that his real interest is still in the hotter one.

[Verso 2]
Here he starts off talking about being at a finca (a countryside property), drinking, partying, and fighting. He jokes about giving girls colorful bruises while pulling their hair during rough s*x. He wants better-looking girls instead of ones he calls dirty or trashy. Then he shifts to a dream where a famous influencer was doing something s*xual to him, showing how wild his mind is.
He calls himself a tourist when he hooks up, making it seem casual, while all the girls want him for being a famous artist. He teases them for being obsessed with who he’s sleeping with and mocks a girl for losing dignity doing explicit things with him. He mentions carrying a weapon in case someone tries to harm him like Tupac.
He gives shout-outs to women, some being rich or connected, others being seductive and sneaky, which he likes. He shares how one hookup didn’t charge him while another tried to stab him. His vices are s*x and vaping. He’s iced out in jewelry and shares food with a prostitute, saying they’re living it up.
He wants round two of s*x to be satisfying and not cut short. If a girl gets lazy mid-action, he mocks her. He comments that a girl looks great and encourages her to stay for the third round. If there’s no hotel, he’s ready to hook up outdoors, showing again that nothing slows him down.

[Outro]
He shouts out his crew, repping Medellín and Colombian trap music. Then he just cuts the song off, saying everything that needed to be said has been said. He tells the listener to turn it off, with a laugh and one last cheeky comment about wild girls being like strawberries with cream—just with extra whipped topping.