Purr - Kyle Dion, Kari Faux

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