ELECTROLIBONBON Lyrics – (English Translation)
Lyrics of ELECTROLIBONBON (English Translation)
[Intro: Scene Setter]
(Conversational, playful)
Dude 1: “Yo, wasn’t that your girl from yesterday all over him?”
Dude 2: “Damn, bro… how’s she even standing after last night?”
Dude 1: “Endless party or what?”
Dude 2: “Nah, man—that chick runs on dck, Electrolit, and bon bons.” (Laughs)
[Chorus: Hedonistic Hook]
Coke and pink champagne, you pig—
JP and a fat joint, Electrolit for the wild ones.
This party’s burning till sunrise,
A little line tastes like watermelon and bitter.
These girls came to give it all,
And I’m just crazy enough to take it.
One’s thick, the other’s a total babe—
“You can’t even tell in doggy“ (Just kidding… I want her friend).
[Verse 1: Reckless Revelry]
Rooftop dressed, left so high I crashed the Benz (Haha).
Called the girls to the house of pleasure—
She sends nudes like Ferxxo, I zoom to the afterparty.
Seven in the bathroom—yeah, they all took turns.
The ones you simp for? Already hit.
I’m tired of smashing… if she’s not verified, I fake sleep (Haha).
You’re the real deal, babe—I was born this way.
Stress? Nah, Monja’s here for threesomes.
Sometimes I go Yina West mode—
Even on her period, she still took the lead.
Hit and dip, no lies—
Like Beéle and Isabella, just my luck.
Go cry on a podcast, like that chick—
If you don’t smell right, bring a shovel.
[Pre-Chorus: Playful Provocation]
(Whispers) Shh… the balls, the balls.
“Feel the pressure, babe—don’t quit on me now.” (Laughs)
[Verse 2: Unfiltered Decadence]
Ranch party—smash fights, neon lights to get ‘em wet.
She begs me to pull her hair while I… yeah.
Kick these ones out, bring new ones in—
I want strawberries, not these dirty feet.
Slept so high I dreamt Valeria gave me a Russian—
If we link, I’m just a tourist.
They all want the artist, not the man…
Lost her dignity swallowing Kristian’s milk (Haha).
Got a glock in case they pop me like ‘Pac—
House for Sandra, Ensure for the babies.
Look how she sucks it—sneaky, dirty girl…
That’s what I like—Barbies with no thoughts at all.
[Outro: Triumphant Taunt]
La K—the trap of Medellín, the sound of Colombia. God first.
Why keep talking? You heard what you needed.
Track’s over—turn it off, you bastard.
(Laughs) These really are the strawberries and cream…
Extra whipped.
