Lyrics El Puerto (Butter) - Trilly Trills, Statik Selektah

El Puerto (Butter)

Guy Fieri on instrumentals
it’s incidental
Booked a room, flew shorty out, and copped a rental
Better know she a fox, you probably get the trembles
Said she tired of the dogs she keep 'em in the kennel
Godbody I never thought that I had a flaw
They be hating they ladies be tryna have it all
What’s the point of the lingerie if you take it off
Pastor TR drip her with the Sunday sauce
Couple hours it marinated, you fabricate it
Knocking down what you barricaded, you gotta hate it
Hate it or love it, we up notches above it
Rise like a soufflé béchamel smothered
Uh, brother not a nare nutta
Whipping in the kitchen like Trilly you know it’s all butter
Chicken get the cream serve it like Calcutta
Hot peas baby come and get ya supper
Ice cold bottles of Bombay
The plantain though hit with cinnamon and a flambé
Trilly be a little Kenny G mixed with Zhane
The smell of success hit 'em
like it was Strangé
Aye,
she tryna play with the yoyo
Giving out the wham wake me up before you go go
Stan Smiths from the flagship down in SOHO
Fat bamboos aesthetics is Key Lo-Lo
Really nice with it give me 20 for a bar
At El Puerto cop a 20 with a claw
Oyster Rockefeller need the other dozen raw
Top notch spitter, I need Michelin stars
ha