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Temperature
Sean Paul Lyrics


The gyal dem Schillaci, Sean da Paul
So me give it to, so me give to, so me give it to, to all girls
Five million and forty naughty shorty
Baby girl, all my girls, all my girls, Sean da Paul say

Well, woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on
And girl I wanna be the papa you can be the mom, oh, oh

Make I see the gyal dem bruk out pon the floor
From you don't want no worthless performer (oh, oh)
From you don't want no man weh can't turn you on
Gyal, make I see your hand dem up on ya (oh, oh)
Cyan' 'tand pon it long, nah eat no yam
No steam fish, nor no green banana (oh, oh)
But down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna

Well, woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on
And girl I wanna be the papa you can be the mom, oh, oh

Bumper exposed and, gyal, you got your chest out
But you no wasters 'cause gyal you impress out (oh, oh)
And if you des out, ah me you fi test out
Cah I got the remedy to make you de-stress out (oh, oh)
Me haffi flaunt it because me God bless out
And, girl, if you want it you haffi confess out (oh, oh)
Ah nuh lie weh we need, set speed, haffi fi test di mattress out

Well, woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on
And girl I wanna be the papa you can be the mom, oh, oh

Gyal don't say me crazy now
This strange love it ah nuh Bridgette and Flava show (oh, oh)
Time fi we make baby now, so stop gwan like you ah get shady, yo (oh, oh)
Woman don't play me now, 'cause ah no Fred Sanford nor Grady, yo (oh, oh)
My lovin' is the way to go, my lovin' is the way to go

Well, woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on
And girl I wanna be the papa you can be the mom, oh, oh

When you roll with a player like me
With a broda like me, gyal, there is no other (oh, oh)
No need to talk it right here
Just park it right here, keep it undercover (oh, oh)
From me love how you fit inna yuh blouse
And you fat inna yuh jeans and me wan discover (oh, oh)
Everything 'bout you, baby girl, can you hear when me utter?

Well, woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on
And girl I wanna be the papa you can be the mom, oh, oh

Make I see the gyal dem bruk out pon the floor
From you don't want no worthless performer (oh, oh)
From you don't want no man weh can't turn you on
Gyal, make I see your hand dem up on ya (oh, oh)
Cyan' 'tand pon it long, nah eat no yam
No steam fish, nor no green banana (oh, oh)
But down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna

Well, woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on
And girl I wanna be the papa you can be the mom, oh, oh

Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Sean Paul Henriques, Adrian Marshall, Rohan Ashley Fuller

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TeeAgeSee

lyrics:
[Intro]
Di gyaldem Schillaci, Sean da Paul
Suh mi give it to, suh mi give it to
Suh mi give it to, to all girls
Five million and forty naughty shorty
Baby girl, all my girls
All my girls, Sean da Paul seh

[Chorus]
Well woman, the way the time cold, I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on
And girl, I wanna be the papa, you can be the mom, oh, oh!

[Verse 1]
Make I see di gyal dem breakout 'pon di floor
From you don't want no worthless performer (Oh, oh)
From you don't want no man weh can't turn you on
Gyal, make I see your hand dem up on ya (Oh, oh)
Can't tan 'pon it long, nah eat no yam
No steam fish, nor no green banana (Oh, oh)
But down in Jamaica
We give it to you hot like a sauna

[Chorus]
Well woman, the way the time cold, I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on
And girl, I wanna be the papa, you can be the mom, oh, oh!



rudra vlogger

here is the lyrics

The gal them Schillaci
Sean da Paul
So me give it to... so me give to... so me give it to to all girls
Five million and forty naughty shorty
Baby girl, all my girls, all my girls
Sean da Paul say

Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature for shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on
And girl I wanna be the papa, you can be the mom

Make I see the gal them bruk out 'pon the floor from you don't want no worthless performer
From you don't want no man they can't turn you on gal make I see your hand them up on ya
Can't tan 'pon it long, naw eat no yam, no steam fish, nor no green banana
But down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna

Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature for shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on
And girl I wanna be the papa, you can be the mom

Bumper exposed and gal you got your chest out but you no wasters 'cause gal you impress out
And if you des out a me you fi test out
'Cause I got the remedy to make you de-stress out
Me haffi flaunt it because me God Bless out, and girl if you want it you haffi confess out
A no lie weh we need set speed a fi test the mattress out

Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature for shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on
And girl I wanna be the papa, you can be the mom

Gal don't say me crazy now,
This strange love it a no Bridgette and Flava show
Time fi a make baby now
So stop gwaan like you a act shady yo

Woman don't play me know,
'Cause I no Fred Sanford nor Grady yo
My lovin' is the way to go
My lovin' is the way to go

Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature for shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on
And girl I wanna be the papa, you can be the mom

When you roll with a player like me, with a bredda like me girl there is no other
No need to talk it right here just park it right here keep it undercover

From me love how you fit inna you blouse and you fat inna you jeans and mi waan discover
Everything bout you baby girl can you hear when me utter

Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature for shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on
And girl I wanna be the papa, you can be the mom

Make I see the gal them bruk out 'pon the floor from you don't want no worthless performer
From you don't want no man wey can't turn you on gal make I see your hand them up on ya
Can't tan 'pon it long, naw eat no yam, no steam fish, nor no green banana
But down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna

Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature for shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on
And girl I wanna be the papa, you can be the mom



Prodyut Guha

Lyrics
The gal dem Schillaci, Sean da Paul
So me give it to, so me give to, so me give it to, to all girls
Five million and forty naughty shorty
Baby girl, all my girls, all my girls, Sean da Paul say
Well woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I
Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh oh!
Make I see the gal them bruk out pon the floor
From you don't want no worthless performer
From you don't want no man wey can't turn you on gyal
Make I see your hand them up on ya
Can't tan pon it long
Nah eat no yam, no steam fish, nor no green banana
But down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna
Well woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I
Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh oh!
Bumper exposed and gal you got your chest out
But you no wasters, cah gal you impress out
And if you des out a me, you fi test out
Cah I got the remedy to make you de-stress out
Me haffi flaunt it becah me God Bless out
And girl if you want it you haffi confess out
A no lie, weh we need set speed, haffi test the mattress out
Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I
Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh oh!
Gyal don't say me crazy now
This strange love it a no Bridgette and Flava show
Time fi a make baby now so stop gwaan like you a act shady yo
Woman don't play me now, 'cause a no Fred Sanford nor Grady yo
My lovin' is the way to go, my lovin' is the way to go
Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I
Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh oh!
When you roll with a player like me
With a brudda like me gyal there is no other
No need to talk it right here
Just park it right here, keep it undercover
Cah me love how you fit inna you blouse and you fat inna you jeans
And mi waan discover
Everything 'bout you baby girl, can you hear when me utter?
Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I
Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh oh!
Make I see the gal them bruk out pon the floor
From you don't want no worthless performer
From you don't want no man wey can't turn you on gyal
Mek I see your hand them up on ya
Can't tan pon it long
Nah eat no yam, no steam fish, nor no green banana
But down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna
Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I
Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom, oh oh!
Oh-oh!
Oh-oh!
Oh-oh!



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