Lyrics

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