Unholy

Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop
Doin something unholy
Oh-we-oh-we-oh
Mm-mm
Oh-we-oh-we-oh

Lucky lucky girl
She got married to a boy like you
She'd kick you out if she ever ever knew
Bout all the - 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 be popping it
Yeah she put it down slowly
Oh-we-oh-we-oh
He left his kids at home, we go, we go
So he can get that

Mommy dont know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop
Doing something unholy
Oh-we-oh-we-oh
Mm-mm
Oh-we-oh-we-oh

Mmm daddy daddy if you wanna drop the baddy
Give me love, give me Fendi, my Balenciaga daddy
You gon' need to back it up cause I'm spending on Rodeo
You can watch me back it up
I'll be gone in the AM and he
He give me Prada, give me Noonya like Rihanna
He'll always call 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
Doin' something unholy
He sat back while she's dropping it
She be popping it
Yeah she put it down slowly
Oh-we-oh-we-oh
He left his kids at home, we go we go
So he can get that
Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop
Doing something unholy

Doin' 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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