Lyrics: Lonnie Breaux/Micah Otano/J. Ho/Paul Shelton
Music: Lonnie Breaux/Micah Otano/J. Ho/Paul Shelton
ouble D, big full breasts on my baby
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' you like this, he can't take care of you like this
Now 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, lost
Got on my buttercream silk shirt, and it's Versace
Hand me my triple weight, so I can weigh the work I got on you, girl
No, I don't really wish, I don't wish the titties would show
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, lost
She's at a stove, 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, no, nothin' wrong with a lie
Nothin' wrong with another short plane ride through the sky, you and I
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, lost