Lyrics Purr by 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 not tight
You ghetto, have to battle
You makin' me can settle
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 b*t*h to yell/go at me, purr (Yeah)
Need a girlie who loves to get on my nerves (Yeah, yeah)
I need my b*t*h to yell/go at me, purr (Yeah, yeah)
Need a girlie who loves to get on my nerves (Period)
I need my n***a mad at me, purr (Purr)
So when we f**kin', he gon' pull my high
I need my n***a mad at mе, purr (Purr)
So when we f**kin', he gon' pull my high

Callin’ out all my b*t*hеs
Yellin’ at me in my kitchen
Go 'head and throw them dishes
Wanna make you my Mrs., yeah
Callin’ out all my b*t*hes
Yellin' at me in my kitchen
Go 'head and throw them dishes

Yeah, you sweeter than Moscato
Henny out the bottle
Don't wanna threw in the [?]
Anchovies from the [?]
I ain’t no f**kin' dandy
Don't think he drink Tequila
Middle Eastern mami, I met her in Ibiza
She own the Murakami, she wanna throw me pu**y
I'm savin' it for later, I put it in the freezer
She want the 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 b*t*h to yell/go at me, purr (Yeah)
Need a girlie who loves to get on my nerves (Yeah, yeah)
I need my b*t*h to yell/go at me, purr (Yeah, yeah)
Need a girlie who loves to get on my nerves (Period)
I need my n***a mad at me, purr (Purr)
So when we f**kin', he gon' pull my high
I need my n***a mad at me, purr (Purr)
So when we f**kin', he gon' pull my high

Callin' out all my b*t*hes
Yellin' at me in my kitchen
Go 'head and throw them dishes
Wanna make you my Mrs., yeah (Yeah)
Callin' out all my b*t*hes (Oh, oh)
Yellin' at me in my kitchen
Go 'head and throw them dishes (Woah, oh)

Callin' out all my b*t*hes
Yellin' at me in my kitchen
Go 'head and throw them dishes
Wanna make you my Mrs., yeah
Callin' out all my b*t*hes
Yellin' at me in my kitchen
Go 'head and throw them dishes, ooh woah, oh, oh

I don't know why you wanna f**kin' play with me
It's like you always doin' sh*t to get under my motherf**kin' skin
And you keep f**kin' playin' with me, I'ma put my f**kin' hands on you
b*t*h, you know what I think you'll like this, stupid ass sh*t
You want a b*t*h to go inside your motherf**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 f**kin' ass