Текст песни Purr (feat. Kari Faux) - Kyle Dion , Kari Faux

Pillowtalk, need a pillow fight
Somethin′ 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 feelin' 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 (nerves)
I need my bitch to yell at me, purr
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 (my hurr)
I need my nigga mad at me, purr (purr)
So when we fuckin' he gon′ pull my hurr

Callin' out all my bitches, yellin' at me in my kitchen
Go on and throw them dishes, wanna make you my Mrs., yeah
Callin′ out all my bitches, yellin′ 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)

I need my bitch to yell at me, purr (yeah)
Need a girly who loves to get on my nerves
I need my bitch to yell at me, purr (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 (my hurr)
I need my nigga mad at me, purr (purr)
So when we fuckin' he gon′ pull my hurr

Callin' out all my bitches, yellin′ at me in my kitchen
Go on and throw them dishes, wanna make you my Mrs., yeah (yeah)
Callin' out all my bitches (oh-oh), yellin′ at me in my kitchen
Go on and throw them dishes (whoa, oh, yey)

(Callin' out all my bitches, yah, yellin' at me in my kitchen, yah)
(Go on and throw them dishes, yah, wanna make you my Mrs., eh-eh)
(Callin′ out all my bitches, yellin′ at me in my kitchen)
(Go on and throw them dishes, ooh-whoa, 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