Double D
Big full breast on my baby (yo we goin' to Florida)
Triple weight
Couldn't weigh the love I've got for the girl
And I just wanna know
Why you ain't been goin' to work
Boss ain't workin' ya like this
He can't take care of you like thisNow you're lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you're lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam
Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India
Lost on a train, lostGot on my butter cream (There we go) silk shirt and it's Versace (Wanna buy them Prototypes)
Hand me my triple weight
So I can weigh the work I got on your girl(Too weird to live, too rare to die)
No I don't really wish
I don't wish the titties was yours
No, have I ever
Have I ever let you get caught?Lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you're lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam
Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India
Lost on a train, lostShe's at a stove (who?)
Can't believe I got her out here cookin' dope (Cookin' dope)
I promise she'll be
Whippin' meals up for a family of her own some day
Nothin' wrong (Nothin' wrong, ain't nothin' wrong)
No nothin' wrong with lie
Nothin' wrong with another short plane ride (Nothin' wrong)
Through the sky (Up in the sky)
You and I (Just you and I) are lostLost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you're lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam
Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India
Lost on a train, lostLove lost, lost
Love love,
Love lost, lost
Love love
Love lost
Love love
Love lost
Songwriters
MICAH JOSUE OTANO, CHRISTOPHER BREAUX, JAMES HO, PAUL SHELTONPublished by
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