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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
Writer(s): Ilya Salmanzadeh, Samuel Frederick Smith, Henry Russell Walter, Jimmy Napes, Omer Fedi, Kim Petras, Blake Slatkin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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