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dalla dalla - 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 d+ck 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 d+ck 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 godd+mn house (b+tch)
if you pull up at the crib, i’mma 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 godd+mn 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’mma 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’mma 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 godd+mn house
if you pull up at the crib, i’mma 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 godd+mn house (and you know)
no thots allowed in my godd+mn house
if you pull up at the crib, i’mma 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 godd+mn 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

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