J. Cole - Can't Get Enough (feat. Trey Songz)
[Intro:]Cole World, SouthsideCan't get enough, can't get enoughEastside, Westside, worldwide, ride out[Verse 1:]Now I ain't got no kids yet,But this right here's for practiceI hate to get the seats in the Benz wet,But that's how good your ass isMake an old man get his glasses,Make Wesley pay his taxesThen follow your moves all week on Twitter,Probably make a gay nigga reconsiderYou now rocking, dress game down to the sex gameWon't brag, but the boy been blessed man,Let you play with the stick - OvechkinShe calling, she texting, she's falling, but let me explainGotta tell your old boyfriend skate girlСause a nigga don't play them ex gamesNope! Straight sexing no handcuff or arrestingAnd I ain't coming offa my last nameCause I really can't take no stressing'bout where I done been, who I done hit,Your homegirl saying, "He a bad boy"But I'm signed to the Roc, no timeFor the gossip, bitch, put down them tabloids[Hook:]She said "I heard you got a main chick, a mistress and some hoesYou be up to no good and everybody knowsMy homegirls tried to warn me, they tried to let me knowBut what you got, I need a lot so I can't let you go"She said "I, can't get enough, can't get enough" (I need that)"I, can't get enough, can't get enough" (I need that)"I can't get enough of what you got, good God, you hit the spotTried to let go but I just could not, so don't you stop, I need that"[Verse 2:]Hey, Globetrotter, Cole hotter even way out in London townHoes holla 'cause they love my soundAnd I got love for the undergroundKweli, Pimp C, H-town where Bun get downMet a bad bitch that'll cut all night,That'll suck all night, you just cut off lightsAlmost missed my flight, tryna get my last little nut, all right?She be down for whatever,Whenever I wanna get up in the guts, all right?Never fuss or fight, on the grindTryna find this lettuceI love it when you give me head,I hate it when you give me headaches[Hook][Verse 3:]Hey, Cole World, baby, ain't nothing sunnyI see 'em hating, but it ain't nothing to meI'm from the Ville, where they bang for the moneyAnd carry fo'-fives like change for a twentySo what I look like scurred?Them niggas over there look like nerdsNever mind that girl, let's make a trackI'll beat the pussy up, that's the hook right thurrThat's the hook, right thereThere's the hook, right thereNever mind that, girl, let's make a trackI'll beat the pussy up, that's the hook right thurr[Hook]
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