Unholy Lyrics – Sam Smith | Kim Petras
Unholy Lyrics
Mummy 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 *, 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.
Mummy 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, Hoe ee oh ee ome, So he can get that.
Mummy 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 am, And he, 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.
Mummy 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, Hoe ee oh ee ome, So he can get that.
Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot, At the body shop, Doing something unholy.
Unholy Song Info:
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