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Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot At the body shop, doing something unholy He sat back while she droppin' it She be poppin' it Yeah, she put it down slowly Lucky, lucky girl She got married to a boy like you She'd kick you out if she ever, ever knew 'Bout all the things that you tell me that you do Dirty, dirty boy You know everyone is talking on the scene I hear them whisper '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 sat back while she droppin' it She be poppin' it Yeah, she put it down slowly Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids at Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome, so he could get that Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot At the body shop, doing something unholy, yeah Mmm, daddy, daddy, if you want it, drop the add'y 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, yeah He get me Prada, get me Miu Miu like Rihanna He always call me 'cause I never cause no drama And when you need it, baby, just 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 droppin' it, she be poppin' it She put it down slowly Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids at Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome, so he could get that Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot At the body shop, doing something unholy Doing something unholy
Writer(s): Ilya Salmanzadeh, Kim Petras, Samuel Frederick Smith, Jimmy Napes, Omer Fedi, Henry Russell Walter, Blake Slatkin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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