Bang Ya Drumma Boy (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 [?]