Unholy

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

A 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 (do)

Dirty, dirty boy
You know everyone is talkin' on the scene
I hear them whisperin' 'bout the places that you've been
And now 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 droppin' in
She be poppin' in
Yeah, she put it down slowly

Oh-e-oh-e-oh, he left his kids at home
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

Hmm, 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 spendin' on rodeo
You can watch me bag it up, I'll be gone in the a.m.

He got me Prada and he Miu Miu like Rihanna
He always call me 'cause I never cause no drama
And when you want, babe, I know I got you covered
And when you need it, babe, just jump under the covers

Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doin' something unholy
He's sat back while she's droppin' in
She be poppin' in
Yeah, she put it down slowly

Oh-e-oh-e-oh, he left his kids at home
Oh-e-oh-e-oh, so he can get that
Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot (getting hot)
At the body shop, doin' something unholy

Lord, amen, he a ten gem, he a mannequin
She a diadem, comin' back again to the body shop
And she tell me when, 'cause she wanna top
Your harem want me more than you do
If you wanna, you can bow to me too



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