J Cole Ft Trey Songz - Cant Get Enough Lyrics

 J Cole Ft Trey Songz - Cant Get Enough Lyrics

[Intro]

(Ahhh) Cole World

(Ahhh) Southside

Cant get enough cant get enough

(Ahhh) Eastside Westside worldwide

Ride out

[Verse 1: J. Cole]

Now I aint got no kids yet but this right heres for practice

I hate to get the seats in the Benz wet but thats how good yo ass is

Make an old man get his glasses make Wesley pay his taxes

Then follow yo moves all week on Twitter prolly make a gay nigga reconsider

You now rockin with the best mayne dress game down to the sex game

Wont brag but the boy been blessed mayne let you play with the stick Ovechkayne

She calling she texting shes falling but lemme explain

Gotta tell your old boyfriend skate girl cause a nigga dont play them ex games

No! Straight sexing no handcuff or arresting

And I aint comin offa my last name cause I really cant take no stressing

Bout where I done been who I done hit your homegirl sayin oeHe a bad boy

But Im signed to the Roc no time for the gossip bitch put down them tabloids

[Hook: Trey Songz & J. Cole]

She said oeI heard you got a main chick

A mistress and some hoes

You be up to no good

And everybody knows

My homegirls tried to warn me

They tried to let me know

But what you got I need a lot

So I cant let you go

She said

oeI cant get enough cant get enough

(I-Need-That)

oeI cant get enough cant get enough

(I-Need-That)

oeI cant get enough of what you got

Good God you hit the spot

Tried to let go but I just could not

So dont you stop I need that

[Verse 2: J. Cole]

Hey Globetrotter Cole hotter even way out in London town

Hoes holla cause they love my sound and I got love for the underground

Kweli Pimp C H-town where Bun get down

Met a bad bitch thatll cut all night thatll suck all night you just cut off lights

Almost 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 grind tryna find this lettuce

I love it when you give me head I hate it when you give me headaches

[Hook]

[Verse 3: J. Cole]

Hey Cole World baby aint nothin sunny

I see em hatin but it aint nuttin to me

Im from the Ville where they bang for the money

And carry fo-fives like change for a twenty

So what I look like scurred?

Them niggas over there look like nerds

Never mind that girl lets make a track

Ill beat the pussy up thats the hook right thurr

Thats the hook right there

Theres the hook right there

Never mind that girl lets make a track

Ill beat the pussy up thats the hook right thurr

[Hook]