Purr lyrics

[Verse 1: Kyle Dion]
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

[Chorus: Kyle Dion & Kari Faux]
I need my b*tch to yell at me, purr (Yeah)
Need a girly who loves to get on my nerves (Yeah, yeah)
I need my b*tch to yell at me, purr (Yeah, yeah)
Need a girly who loves to get on my nerves (Period)
I need my n*gga mad at me, purr (Purr)
So when we f*ckin' he gon' pull my hurr (Pull my hurr)
I need my n*gga mad at me, purr (Purr)
So when we f*ckin' he gon' pull my hurr

[Refrain: Kyle Dion]
Calling out all my b*tches
Yеlling at me in my kitchen
Go on and throw them dishеs
Wanna make you my Mrs., yeah
Calling out all my b*tches
Yelling at me in my kitchen
Go on and throw them dishes
[Verse 2: Kyle Dion]
Yeah, you sweeter than Moscato
Henny out the bottle
Don't wanna tuna salad
Anchovies from Amalfi
I ain’t no f*ckin Gandhi
Don’t think he drank tequila
Middle Eastern mami, I met her in Ibiza
She own a Murakami, she wanna throw me pus*y
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)

[Chorus: Kyle Dion & Kari Faux]
I need my b*tch to yell at me, purr (Yeah)
Need a girly who loves to get on my nerves (Yeah, yeah)
I need my b*tch to yell at me, purr (Yeah, yeah)
Need a girly who loves to get on my nerves (Period)
I need my n*gga mad at me, purr (Purr)
So when we f*ckin' he gon’ pull my hurr (Pull my hurr)
I need my n*gga mad at me, purr (Purr)
So when we f*ckin' he gon' pull my hurr

[Refrain: Kyle Dion]
Calling out all my b*tches
Yelling at me in my kitchen
Go on and throw them dishes
Wanna make you my Mrs., yeah (Yeah)
Calling out all my b*tches (Oh, oh)
Yelling at me in my kitchen
Go on and throw them dishes (Woah, oh)
Calling out all my b*tches
Yelling at me in my kitchen
Go on and throw them dishes
Wanna make you my Mrs., yeah
Calling out all my b*tches
Yelling at me in my kitchen
Go on and throw them dishes, ooh woah, oh, oh
[Outro: Kari Faux]
I don't know why you wanna f*ckin' play with me
It's like you always doin' sh*t to get under my motherf*ckin' skin
And you keep f*ckin' playin' with me, I'ma put my f*ckin' hands on you
b*tch, you know what I think you'll like this, stupid ass sh*t
You want a b*tch to go inside your motherf*ckin' 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 f*ckin' ass