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The gyal dem skillatchi!
Sean Paul
So me give it to, so me give it to
So me give it to, to all girls
5 Million, 40, naughty shorty
Baby girl, all my girls, all my girls
Sean Da Paul seh
Well woman, the way the time cold I wanna be keeping you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics fi 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
From you don't want no man weh can't turn
You on, gyal make I see you whine dem upon ya
Can't tampon it long like 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 keeping you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics fi turn you on
And girl I, wanna be the papa, you can be the mom, oh oh
Bumper expose and gyal you got your chest out
But you no wear socks 'cause gyal you impress out
And if you dress 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-blessed out
And girl if you want it, you haffi confess out
A no lie, we no need set speed, haffi test the mattress out
Well woman, the way the time cold I wanna be keeping you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics fi turn you on
And girl I, wanna be the papa, you can be the mom, oh oh
Gyal don't say me crazy, no, this strange
Love it anuh bullshit, anuh flavor show
Time fi we mek baby, no, so stop gwan like you a get shady, yo
Woman don't play me, no, 'cause anuh Fred Sanford nor Grady, yo
My loving is the way to go, my loving is the way to go
Well woman, the way the time cold I wanna be keeping you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics fi 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 brother like me, gyal 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 your blouse and
You fat inna your jeans and me waan discover
Everything 'bout you baby girl, can you hear weh me utter?
Well woman, the way the time cold I wanna be keeping you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics fi 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
From you don't want no man weh can't turn
You on, gyal make I see you whine dem upon ya
Can't tampon it long like 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 keeping you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics fi turn you on
And girl I, wanna be the papa, you can be the mom, oh oh



Writer(s): Sean Henriques, Adrian Marshall, Rohan Fuller Copyright: Stb Music Inc., Stb Music Inc, Lifeb4 Music Inc, Emi Music Publishing Ltd, Dutty Rock Music



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