ELECTROLIBONBON Lyrics (English Translation) – KRIS R

Lyrics of ELECTROLIBONBON (English Translation) – KRIS R

[Intro]

(Yo, Chinga, check it—
Wasn’t that the bad bitch you were with yesterday, fucked up?
Ah, hell yeah—look at her!
Damn, bro, how’s that bitch even standing upright?
Eternal party or what?
You know that girl runs on Chimbo,
Electrolit and Bon Bon, hahaha!)

[Chorus]

White girl & Rosé champagne (filthy)
JP & coke cut with baby powder, Electrolit y Bon Bon for these hungover days.
Tonight the piñata’s swinging late (nah),
A quick fuck tastes like watermelon & bitter.
These bad bitches came to perform,
And me? I’m too wild—addicted to the high.
One friend brought another: one thick, one a bombshell.
Hey, do her doggy—you can’t tell in that position!
Nah, fuck that—I wanna smash the other one.

[Verse 1]

I step out reckless (nah), roof of the Mercedes dented,
Left too lit and crashed the Merc’ (haha).
Call the Chicokis to the House of Pleasure,
She sends ass pics like Ferxxo.
Walked into the afterparty zooted,
Seven bad bitches sucked me off in the bathroom.
The ones y’all follow? I’ve already clapped.
These ducks love sloppy seconds (dumbasses).
I’m tired of the games—
No blue checkmark? I’m asleep, ha.
You’re the trash one, love—I’m top-shelf bred.
Check my stress levels—had Monja giving threesomes,
Sometimes I fuck rough like it’s Yina, west.
Made her suck when Andrés came knocking,
Even brought you here just to nut and ditch.
Chimbo and ghost—I keep it transparent,
Like Beéle with Isabella (bad luck).
Go cry about it on a podcast like Cara.
If they don’t smell right, bring the shovel,
Else I’ll nut on those titties.
Damn, sweet—her nipples pink,
Came to fuck, arrived waxed smooth.

Vitafer—I’m geeked, meet Yaper,
She lied about being his girl.
Hooked up before I smashed Manuela QM,
Twitching from the Molly.
She’s on a diet? Wants penne pasta—
If she’s fat, send her to the gym.
Fuck, I messed up again—singing ‘bout fucking,
I’m glued to this high, stacking wins like the lottery.
Want a Venezuelan to stuff her arepa,
With all these bad bitches like Vinícius.
If she rides right, she gets Miu Miu,
I’m ignorant—*A-E-I-O-U*.
No more groupies—I need a Miss Universe,
Wake up to pussy for lunch.
Don’t take it personal—I don’t talk,
You’re fucking the dude who charges 100 mil per verse.

Coke bagged in tinfoil (three-grand pack),
Damn—tried to strip her and my dick went soft.
Tits saggy like El Dominio’s braids (haha).
Got a condo bitch, but she acts ghetto,
Snorts lines & works for the DEA.
No grind? No pussy.
Feel the rigor, girl—don’t quit, suck these nuts.

[Interlude]

(Shh—these nuts, these nuts…
Feel the rigor, girl, hahaha.)
Don’t quit now.

[Chorus – Repeated]

[Verse 2]

Farmhouse, liquor, detonate & brawl,
Lights so the freaks get hypnotized.
She wants it rough—pull her hair braided,
Clear these bitches out, bring the next round.
I want strawberries, not these basic hoes,
Bitch, slut, grapefruit.
Went to bed so high I dreamt Valeria Duque gave me head.
If we fuck, I’m just passing through,
They all want the artist’s big head (nah).
Wanna fuck the ones I throw on stage (haha),
Lost dignity swallowing Kristian’s milk (hahaha).

Glock tucked—Tupac vibes,
House for Sandra Betancur.
Milk for the babies—here, drink this Ensure.
Watch her suck, sly little alley cat (nasty).
They plot on me like brainless Barbies,
Ate a Venezuelan—she charged nada.
The other did time—almost stabbed me (damn).
My vices? Vape juice & pussy.
Diamond crusted in San Félix chain,
Some bitch eating pussy-shaped bread.
Give her another—don’t leave her lopsided.
If she chokes, make her double down.
You look dumb when you’re hungover (Monja).
Stay close—third wheel’s bad luck (Noah).
No motel? Fuck on the dirt road (Flame).

[Outro]

(Yeah, La K—Medellín trap, Colombia trap
God first—why keep talking shit?
You heard what you needed.
Song’s over—cut it, dumbass.
Hahaha, these the real strawberries & cream…
With extra whipped cream, nasty, bro.)