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Yaga, yo
This one is dedicated to the nights
Bad riddims and forty shorties
That's the way to know, Dutty Rock
This is my second single for The Trinity
And so they've got a temperature
You heard, you hear me? Yo

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 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 dеm up on ya (Oh-oh)
Can't tan 'pon it long, nah eat no yam
No steam fish, no green banana (Oh-oh)
But down in Jamaica
We givе it to you hot like a sauna

Well, woman, the way the time cold, wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature, 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, ayo
Bumper exposed and gyal, ya got your chest out
But you no wasters 'cause gyal, ya impress out (Oh-oh)
And if ya diss out a me, ya fi test out
'Cause I got the remedy fi make ya de-stress out (Oh-oh)
I no lie, weh we need, set speed
Haffi test the mattress out
Woman, yo, Sean da Paul, yeah, yuh done know seh
Yute God bless out

Well, woman, the way the time cold, 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

Crazy now
This strange love it a no Brigitte and Flavor show (Oh-oh)
Time fi we get baby now
So stop, gwaan like you actin' crazy, yo (Oh-oh)
Woman, don't play me now
'Cause I no Fred Sanford, not Grady, yo (Oh-oh)
My lovin' is the way to go
Ayy, ayo, you know
Well, the way the time cold, wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature, 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 bredda 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 your blouse
Fat inna your jeans and mi wan' discover
Everything 'bout you, baby girl
Can you hear when me utter? (Yo)

Woman, the way the time cold, 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, alright, how yah seh? (Everybody)

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Yaga, yo
Dutty, yeah

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