It's a beat by melody
yea
I am a bad mama jama
Country grammar
Rock a pink bandana
Westside of Atlanta
Such a bad one
Hold me for some ransom
Got more gifts than Santa
Highest standards
So I hold my head up
They don't understand her
I am still pressure
That's too much to handle
But still blessed one
And I am a bless one
Any man I left
I know he be a stressed one
I tried to teach him
I will count him as a lesson
Serve the truth
Now he like usher
Singing his confessions
Break a sweat
Yea I'm a make them sweat uh huh
Break a sweat
Yea I'm a make them sweat
Whoo
Break a sweat
Yea I'm a make them sweat
Break a sweat
Yea I'm a make them sweat
Whoo
Break a sweat
Yea I'm a make them sweat
Break a sweat
Yea I'm a make them sweat
Whoo
Break a sweat
Yea I'm a make them sweat
Break a sweat
Yea I'm a make them sweat
Whoo
Mean walk but I talk to em nice
Fashion killa so my pose I am going to strike
Amoredic on my body I am too fine
Boy playin with my feelings
Must be playing with your life
A real woman with some substance
Yea that is what I say
So if you come to play with me
I tell you not today
I give the weight to love
I do not need to feed the hate
I step and turn it to a real nigga holiday ayy
Break a sweat
Yea I'm a make them sweat ooh
Break a sweat
Yea I'm a make them sweat
Whoo
Break a sweat
Yea I'm a make them sweat
Break a sweat
Yea I'm a make them sweat
Whoo
Break a sweat
Yea I'm a make them sweat
Break a sweat
Yea I'm a make them sweat
Whoo
Break a sweat
Yea I'm a make them sweat
Break a sweat
Yea I'm a make them sweat
Whoo
Now show me if it is real or something yup
Just show me if it is real or something
Just show me if it is real or something
Just show me if it is real or something
Break a sweat
Break a sweat
Break a sweat
Yea make them break a sweat uh
Break a sweat
Make them break a sweat
Uh yea we going to make them break a sweat
Make them sweat like Keith