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letra de purr - kyle dion

[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
wanna make you my mrs., yeah
[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 p-ssy
i’m savin’ it for later, i put it in 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)

[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

- kyle dion

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