Temperature

Текст песни Sean Paul - Temperature

The gyaldem 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 seh

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 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)
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

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, cah gal you impress out (oh-oh)
And if you des out a me, you fi test out
Cah I got the remedy to make you de-stress out (oh-oh)
Mi haffi flaunt it becah mi God bless out
And girl, if you want it, you haffi confess out (oh-oh)
Ah 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 ah no Bridgette and Flava show (oh-oh)
Time fi a make baby now, so stop gwaan like you a act shady yo (oh-oh)
Woman, don't play me now, 'cause ah 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 (oh-oh)
No need to talk it right here
Just park it right here, keep it undercover (oh-oh)
'Cah me love how you fit inna you blouse and you fat inna you jeans
And mi wan discover (oh-oh)
Everyting '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 (oh-oh)
From you don't want no man weh can't turn you on gyal
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
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

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