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von Jordan Rakei

Double D, big full of breasts on my baby
Triple 8, couldn′t wait to work, I got on the girl
And I just wanna know why you ain't been going to work
Boss ain′t working 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 butter cream silk shirt and it′s Versace
Hand me my triple 8, 'cause I can′t wait to work, I got on the girl
No, I don't really wish, I don′t wish the titties would show
Nor have I ever, have I ever let you get cold


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

Lost in the heat of it all
Lost in the heat of it all

Lost in the heat of it all
Lost in the heat of it all
Lost in the heat of it all
Lost in the heat of it all
Lost in the heat of it all
Lost in the heat of it all
Lost in the heat of it all
Lost in the heat of it all
Lost in the heat of it all