No Thots Allowed lyrics

[Intro: Dalla Dalla & London Yellow]
Thot, thot
Get that thot out
Thot, thot, thot (Woah)
(Hey, um) Thot, sh*t

[Verse 1: London Yellow with Dalla Dalla]
Get out mine
f*ck on my face 'cause I been on my (Been on my)
sh*t and you been on my di*k like a wittle b*tch
Why you callin' me simp? I am, you got thin thighs
I was still with you, I didn't know was a cool guy
Smashed two hoes, thank lunch while that stead rye
Chinese hoes stir fry, white b*tch too high
I don't give a f*ck, I beat my di*k on my own time
Why is y'all into me? Don't have a friend on me
You got a boyfriend but now he's my enemy
She f*ck on my n*ggas 'cause they down for anything
One time Cap Jazzo came home with a centipede
(Yummy) Ooh, nasty, huh
Next time you touch, I might really gеt aspy, huh
Seminar raspy, huh
Do you got a girlfriend? Ain't f*ck with me last week, huh
Sеndin' no, really don't, playin' like Nintendo
Don't need new friends, and I don't need new bootyholes
Some of y'all look with the crunches like cereal
I'm ugly as f*ck, but you built like a bumbling bowl
Lookin' hoe, please don't show up on my show
No mo', oh no, no more, oh no
I don't look like Bruno, I ain't Corbin Bleu
If you on some hoe sh*t, you can tell them
[Chorus: Dalla Dalla & London Yellow]
No thots allowed in my goddamn house (b*tch)
If you pull up at the crib, I'ma punch you in the mouth (In the mouth)
If you wanna be a thot, you will do that somewhere else (Hoe)
'Cause there's no thots allowed in my goddamn house (Thot)

[Verse 2: Dalla Dalla]
Get yo' sorry ass all up out my zone
I might hold these twenty thot asses on my own
You some clones, don't you think you f*ckin' different 'cause you not
You's a thot, and you all the same mothaf*ckin' hoe, on God
Show me they titty (Yuh)
And I'll kick your ass out in a minute (Huh)
(Yuh) Showin' no pity (Yuh)
Pull up, I'ma get the semi (Ba ba)
No thots, like you numbin' and Patrick
No thots, like I'm under a fascist
If your ass clappin', I'ma get to slappin'
Kick your ass out, so you better get to packin'
Throw a little party out back
If I see a rack, put a thotty body in a bag
See a double D, on a strap
I'm the only double D dog, I'll hit with a strap
Thotty-ass girl tryna dash, pull up with a strap
Pinned a little target in your back
No thots comin' round here, b*tch you know that
You know that's a mothaf*ckin' fact
[Chorus: Dalla Dalla & London Yellow]
No thots allowed in my goddamn house
If you pull up at the crib, I'ma punch you in the mouth
If you wanna be a thot, you will do that somewhere else
'Cause there's no thots allowed in my goddamn house (And you know)
No thots allowed in my goddamn house
If you pull up at the crib, I'ma punch you in the mouth (Thotty)
If you wanna be a thot, (Thotty) you will do that somewhere else (Thotty)
'Cause there's no thots allowed in my goddamn house

[Outro: Dalla Dalla & London Yellow]
AAAAHHHH! (We're being your thots)
Thot, thot, thot
Get that thot out
Thot, thot, thot, thot (Oh sh*t)
Thot, thot, thot
Get that thot out
(Oh, excuse me)
Thot, thot, thot
Get that thot out
Thot, thot, thot, thot (Oh sh*t)
Thot, thot, thot
Get that thot out
(Oh, oh, OHHH)
Yeah, hoe