Lyrics Purr - Kyle Dion, Kari Faux

Purr

Pillowtalk, need a pillow fight
Something wrong if you don’t bite
I can love on you all night
A little drama that’s my type
Yo quiero affogato, you making me cansado
I like it when it’s messy, we’ll deal with it tomorrow
Don’t try to call me, «Baby», I’m feeling like you hollow
I want you to be angry, I know it’s hard to swallow
I need my bitch to yell at me, purr (Yeah)
Need a girly who loves to get on my nerves (Yeah, yeah)
I need my bitch to yell at me, purr (Yeah, yeah)
Need a girly who loves to get on my nerves (Period)
I need my nigga mad at me, purr (Purr)
So when we fuckin' he gon' pull my hurr (Pull my hurr)
I need my nigga mad at me, purr (Purr)
So when we fuckin' he gon' pull my hurr
Calling out all my bitches
Ylling at me in my kitchen
Go on and throw them dishs
Wanna make you my Mrs., yeah
Calling out all my bitches
Yelling at me in my kitchen
Go on and throw them dishes
Yeah, you sweeter than Moscato
Henny out the bottle
Don’t wanna tuna salad
Anchovies from Amalfi
I ain’t no fuckin Gandhi
Don’t think he drank tequila
Middle Eastern mami, I met her in Ibiza
She own a Murakami, she wanna throw me pussy
I’m savin' it for later, I put it on the freezer
She want a brain like zombie, she tellin' me to bite her
My girl need to be screamy, and wantin' me to fight her (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I need my bitch to yell at me, purr (Yeah)
Need a girly who loves to get on my nerves (Yeah, yeah)
I need my bitch to yell at me, purr (Yeah, yeah)
Need a girly who loves to get on my nerves (Period)
I need my nigga mad at me, purr (Purr)
So when we fuckin' he gon' pull my hurr (Pull my hurr)
I need my nigga mad at me, purr (Purr)
So when we fuckin' he gon' pull my hurr
Calling out all my bitches
Yelling at me in my kitchen
Go on and throw them dishes
Wanna make you my Mrs., yeah (Yeah)
Calling out all my bitches (Oh, oh)
Yelling at me in my kitchen
Go on and throw them dishes (Woah, oh)
Calling out all my bitches
Yelling at me in my kitchen
Go on and throw them dishes
Wanna make you my Mrs., yeah
Calling out all my bitches
Yelling at me in my kitchen
Go on and throw them dishes, ooh woah, oh, oh
I don’t know why you wanna fuckin' play with me
It’s like you always doin' shit to get under my motherfuckin' skin
And you keep fuckin' playin' with me, I’ma put my fuckin' hands on you
Bitch, you know what I think you’ll like this, stupid ass shit
You want a bitch to go inside your motherfuckin' head
Well, you know what?
You know you got the right one, you know you got the right one
'Cause I’m not the one or the two, I’ma beat your fuckin' ass