Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt
Yeah, he call me Big Purr (brrt, brrt)
Come make that pussy purr (brrt, brrt)
The SRT make her get wet
Play in that cat while I switch gears
You keep on running from these back shots
I pulled them tracks out, bitch, come here (yeah)
Baby, after we f*ck, we ain't gon' talk 'bout it, leave right there
Tell your bitch she dead, can't come back here
Yeah, he gon' hit from the back, throw me up in the air
Yeah, baby, keep that fire, put it up in the air
We stacking these hundreds, they're comin' in layers
Ain't going out sad, I just roll with the players
I see my bitch to slam her down
Get it in blood, no, I don't care
After they mention Parker track, f*ck in the back and fix her hair
What's up big daddy? Daddy (yeah)
Tell him "What's up? What's happenin'?" (Yeah)
He sent me a text, so I send him the addy (yeah)
The way you grip on the Glock, that's how I want you to grab me
Say pussy taste like Laffy Taffy
Split on the dick like gymnastics (yeah)
I said "Ooh, lil' B, come here, get nasty" (ayy, ayy)
Yeah, snobby up a lil' bitch, take dick, that's no cap (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Come on, babe, I know you special
Mindset on our way, 'bove average
Lil' ass nigga, but I been 'bout action
Smackin', Shiesty Man that's my actin'
Let a nigga play with my bitch, I'm blastin'
Tragic, everybody get a free casket
Her nails and feet stay up to par
Need to see French tips when you gaggin' (brrt, brrt)
Yeah, he call me Big Purr (brrt, brrt)
Come make that pussy purr (brrt, brrt)
The SRT make her get wet
Play in that cat while I switch gears
You keep on running from these back shots
I pulled them tracks out, bitch, come here (yeah)
Baby, after we f*ck, we ain't gon' talk 'bout it, leave right there
Tell your bitch she dead, can't come back here
Yeah, he gon' hit from the back, throw me up in the air
Yeah, baby, keep that fire, put it up in the air
We stacking these hundreds, they're comin' in layers
Ain't going out sad, I just roll with the players
I see my bitch to slam her down
Get it in blood, no, I don't care
After they mention Parker track, f*ck in the back and fix her hair
BIG PURR (Prrdd) Video (MV)
Performed By: Coi Leray
Written by: Ahmar Bailey, Coi Leray Collins, Lontrell Williams, Peter Gundry
Coi Leray - BIG PURR (Prrdd) Lyrics
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Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt
Yeah, he call me Big Purr (brrt, brrt)
Come make that pussy purr (brrt, brrt)
The SRT make her get wet
Play in that cat while I switch gears
You keep on running from these back shots
I pulled them tracks out, bitch, come here (yeah)
Baby, after we f*ck, we ain't gon' talk 'bout it, leave right there
Tell your bitch she dead, can't come back here
Yeah, he gon' hit from the back, throw me up in the air
Yeah, baby, keep that fire, put it up in the air
We stacking these hundreds, they're comin' in layers
Ain't going out sad, I just roll with the players
I see my bitch to slam her down
Get it in blood, no, I don't care
After they mention Parker track, f*ck in the back and fix her hair
What's up big daddy? Daddy (yeah)
Tell him "What's up? What's happenin'?" (Yeah)
He sent me a text, so I send him the addy (yeah)
The way you grip on the Glock, that's how I want you to grab me
Say pussy taste like Laffy Taffy
Split on the dick like gymnastics (yeah)
I said "Ooh, lil' B, come here, get nasty" (ayy, ayy)
Yeah, snobby up a lil' bitch, take dick, that's no cap (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Come on, babe, I know you special
Mindset on our way, 'bove average
Lil' ass nigga, but I been 'bout action
Smackin', Shiesty Man that's my actin'
Let a nigga play with my bitch, I'm blastin'
Tragic, everybody get a free casket
Her nails and feet stay up to par
Need to see French tips when you gaggin' (brrt, brrt)
Yeah, he call me Big Purr (brrt, brrt)
Come make that pussy purr (brrt, brrt)
The SRT make her get wet
Play in that cat while I switch gears
You keep on running from these back shots
I pulled them tracks out, bitch, come here (yeah)
Baby, after we f*ck, we ain't gon' talk 'bout it, leave right there
Tell your bitch she dead, can't come back here
Yeah, he gon' hit from the back, throw me up in the air
Yeah, baby, keep that fire, put it up in the air
We stacking these hundreds, they're comin' in layers
Ain't going out sad, I just roll with the players
I see my bitch to slam her down
Get it in blood, no, I don't care
After they mention Parker track, f*ck in the back and fix her hair
Yeah, he call me Big Purr (brrt, brrt)
Come make that pussy purr (brrt, brrt)
The SRT make her get wet
Play in that cat while I switch gears
You keep on running from these back shots
I pulled them tracks out, bitch, come here (yeah)
Baby, after we f*ck, we ain't gon' talk 'bout it, leave right there
Tell your bitch she dead, can't come back here
Yeah, he gon' hit from the back, throw me up in the air
Yeah, baby, keep that fire, put it up in the air
We stacking these hundreds, they're comin' in layers
Ain't going out sad, I just roll with the players
I see my bitch to slam her down
Get it in blood, no, I don't care
After they mention Parker track, f*ck in the back and fix her hair
What's up big daddy? Daddy (yeah)
Tell him "What's up? What's happenin'?" (Yeah)
He sent me a text, so I send him the addy (yeah)
The way you grip on the Glock, that's how I want you to grab me
Say pussy taste like Laffy Taffy
Split on the dick like gymnastics (yeah)
I said "Ooh, lil' B, come here, get nasty" (ayy, ayy)
Yeah, snobby up a lil' bitch, take dick, that's no cap (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Come on, babe, I know you special
Mindset on our way, 'bove average
Lil' ass nigga, but I been 'bout action
Smackin', Shiesty Man that's my actin'
Let a nigga play with my bitch, I'm blastin'
Tragic, everybody get a free casket
Her nails and feet stay up to par
Need to see French tips when you gaggin' (brrt, brrt)
Yeah, he call me Big Purr (brrt, brrt)
Come make that pussy purr (brrt, brrt)
The SRT make her get wet
Play in that cat while I switch gears
You keep on running from these back shots
I pulled them tracks out, bitch, come here (yeah)
Baby, after we f*ck, we ain't gon' talk 'bout it, leave right there
Tell your bitch she dead, can't come back here
Yeah, he gon' hit from the back, throw me up in the air
Yeah, baby, keep that fire, put it up in the air
We stacking these hundreds, they're comin' in layers
Ain't going out sad, I just roll with the players
I see my bitch to slam her down
Get it in blood, no, I don't care
After they mention Parker track, f*ck in the back and fix her hair
Writer: Ahmar Bailey, Coi Leray Collins, Lontrell Williams, Peter Gundry
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group