Kyle Dion - 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 ni**a mad at me, purr (Purr) So when we fu*kin' he gon' pull my hurr (Pull my hurr) I need my ni**a mad at me, purr (Purr) So when we fu*kin' 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 fu*kin 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)

[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 ni**a mad at me, purr (Purr) So when we fu*kin' he gon’ pull my hurr (Pull my hurr) I need my ni**a mad at me, purr (Purr) So when we fu*kin' 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 fu*kin' play with me It's like you always doin' sh*t to get under my motherfu*kin' skin And you keep fu*kin' playin' with me, I'ma put my fu*kin' 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 motherfu*kin' 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 fu*kin' ass