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 shit you tell me that you do

You dirty, dirty boy
You know everyone is talking on the scene
I hear them whispering 'bout 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's sat back while she's dropping it, she be popping it
Yeah, she put it down slowly
Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids at
Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome, 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 get me Prada, get me Miu Miu like Rihanna
He 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, doing something unholy
He's sat back while she's dropping it, she be popping it
Yeah, she put it down slowly
Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids at
Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome, so he can get that
Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doing something unholy

Eugh!



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