Unholy

Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop
Doing something unholy

Lucky, lucky girl
She got married to a boy like you
She'd kick you out if she ever, ever knew
'Bout all the shi- you tell me that you do

Dirty, dirty boy
You know everyone is talking on the scene
I hear them whispering about the places that you've been
And how you don't know how to keep your business clean

Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop
Doing something unholy
He sat back while she's dropping it
She will be popping it
Yeah, she put it down slowly

Oh-e-oh-e-oh
He left his kids at-
Oh-e-oh-e-oh
So he can get that

Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop
Doing something unholy

Mmm, daddy, daddy, if you want it, drop the addy
Give me love, give me Fendi, my Balenciaga, daddy
You gon' need to bag it up, 'cause I'm spending on Rodeo
You can watch me back it up, I'll be gone in the A.M

He gets me Prada, get me Miu Miu like Rihanna
He always calls me 'cause I never cause no drama
And when you want it, baby, I know I got you covered
And when you need it, baby, just jump under the covers

Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop
Doing something unholy
He sat back while she's dropping it
She'll be popping it
Yeah, she put it down slowly

Oh-e-oh-e-oh
He left his kids at-
Oh-e-oh-e-oh
So he can get that

Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop
Doing something unholy

Doing something unholy

Doing something unholy



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Russell Walter, James John Napier, Samuel Frederick Smith, Kim Petras, Ilya Salmanzadeh, Blake Slatkin, Omer Fedi
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