Drumma Boy - Bang Ya (Ft. Ike Miles & Young Dolph)

[Chorus: Drumma Boy]
I just wanna bang ya
I ain't tryna hang with ya
I just wanna bang ya
I ain't tryna hang with ya
Let you do your thing
I ain't tryna hang with ya
Let you do your thing
I ain't tryna hang with ya
I just wanna bang ya
I ain't tryna hang with ya
I just wanna bang ya
I ain't tryna hang with ya
Let you do your thing
I ain't tryna hang with ya
Let you do your thing
I ain't tryna hang with ya

[Verse 1: Drumma Boy]
I ain't tryna hang with ya
I just wanna bang ya
I ain't 'bout to play with ya
In her mouth like [?] through the trap
Ran double [?] so she make that ass clap
Stripper [?] stripper hoes and my bottom bitches
I call her Black Mona Lisa, how she paint the picture
Laughing at these lame niggas, wouldn't wanna be ya
Getting to this money, like them Asians and Koreans
[?] I ran to the south
[?] put that dick up in your mouth
You know what the business is, you know what I'm talking 'bout
Gon' get to twerking, baby, gon' get to turning out
R.I.P. to Pimp C, I keep that pimpin living
M.O.B. like Pac, make a million in a minute
Shawty wanna make some, told the bitch to get it
Brought me back that work, I gave that bitch a couplе [?]
[Chorus: Drumma Boy]
I just wanna bang ya
I ain't tryna hang with ya
I just wanna bang ya
I ain't tryna hang with ya
Let you do your thing
I ain't tryna hang with ya
Let you do your thing
I ain't tryna hang with ya
I just wanna bang ya
I ain't tryna hang with ya
I just wanna bang ya
I ain't tryna hang with ya
Let you do your thing
I ain't tryna hang with ya
Lеt you do your thing
I ain't tryna hang with ya

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
I got a lotta hoes text me, main bitches, no baby mamas
I tell them all 'bout each other, to keep down all the drama
Lil mama mad because I gave her best friend the business
Put your feelings in your pocket, bitch, and deal with it
I just wanna bang ya
Na, I don't wanna clame ya
Bend you over, spank ya
See you later, thank you
Motherfuck a hater
Two middle fingers
Same to the police
'Cause that's just how we came up
Me and my niggas don't chase hoes, we replace hoes
In the trap calling plays, and counting up these pesos
I just wanna fuck, I'm a keep it simple and plane with ya
Might call to hit it from the back, but na, I don't wanna hang with ya
[Chorus: Drumma Boy]
I just wanna bang ya
I ain't tryna hang with ya
I just wanna bang ya
I ain't tryna hang with ya
Let you do your thing
I ain't tryna hang with ya
Let you do your thing
I ain't tryna hang with ya
I just wanna bang ya
I ain't tryna hang with ya
I just wanna bang ya
I ain't tryna hang with ya
Let you do your thing
I ain't tryna hang with ya
Let you do your thing
I ain't tryna hang with ya

[Verse 3: Ike Miles]
Fucking you, girl
Is all that matters
Her nigga get it wrong
You [?]
It's all about you
Who you know
[?] my money at
I'm sitting on acres
You know where my house at
I'm a fly nigga
I live above average
Smoking this grass
Girl, you a love carage
Use the egg white [?] sitting on twin [?]
[?] block, [?] eyes drop
I just wanna bang ya
I ain't tryna change up
Let you do your thing
[?]
Staying at the Double Tree
Blowing on a double tree
You [?] lights [?] bitch, this ain't [?]
I'm a fly nigga
I know you gon' remember me
Put this in your IPhone, yeah, bitch and get at me
I change your life, put the dick up in your life
I'm married to this game for the rest of my life
[Chorus: Drumma Boy]
I just wanna bang ya
I ain't tryna hang with ya
I just wanna bang ya
I ain't tryna hang with ya
Let you do your thing
I ain't tryna hang with ya
Let you do your thing
I ain't tryna hang with ya
I just wanna bang ya
I ain't tryna hang with ya
I just wanna bang ya
I ain't tryna hang with ya
Let you do your thing
I ain't tryna hang with ya
Let you do your thing
I ain't tryna hang with ya