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Double DBig full breasts on my baby(Yo we going to Florida)Triple weightCouldn't weigh the love I've got for the girlAnd I just wanna knowWhy you ain't been going to workBoss ain't working you like thisHe can't take care of you like thisNow you're lostLost in the heat of it allGirl you know you're lostLost in the thrill of it allMiami, AmsterdamTokyo, Spain, lostLos Angeles, IndiaLost on a train, lostGot on my buttercream silk shirt and it's VersaceHand me my triple weightSo I can weigh the work I got on your girlToo weird to live, too rare to dieNo I don't really wishI don't wish the titties would showNor have I everSongtexteHave I ever let you get caught?Now you're lostLost in the heat of it allGirl you know you're lostLost in the thrill of it allMiami, AmsterdamTokyo, Spain, lostLos Angeles, IndiaLost on a train, lostShe's at a stoveCan't believe I got her out here cooking dopeI promise she'll beWhipping meals up for a family of her own some dayNothing wrong(Nothing wrong, ain't nothing wrong)No nothing wrong with a lieNothing wrong with another short plane ride(Nothing wrong, ain't nothing wrong)Through the skyUp in the skyYou and IJust you and INow you're lostLost in the heat of it allGirl you know you're lostLost in the thrill of it allMiami, AmsterdamTokyo, Spain, lostLos Angeles, IndiaLost on a train, lostLove lost?Love loveLove lost?Love loveLove lostLove loveLove lostFaith is the substanceThen the other channel on the Aus Songtexte Mania