“Can’t Get Enough” is the second official single from American rapper J. Coles‘ upcoming debut studio album, Cole World: The Sideline Story.
The track features American R&B singer-songwriter Trey Songz, the song was produced by Brian Kidd and it premiered in early September 2011.
Lyrics for J. Cole feat. Trey Songz – Can’t Get Enough
[Intro:]
(Ahhh) Cole World
(Ahhh) Southside
Can’t get enough, can’t get enough
(Ahhh) Eastside, Westside, worldwide
Ride out[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Now I ain’t got no kids yet, but this right here’s for practice
I hate to get the seats in the Benz wet, but that’s 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
Probably make a gay nigga reconsider
You now rocking with the best, mayne, dress game down to the sex game
Won’t brag, but the boy been blessed, mayne
Let you play with the stick – Ovechkin
She calling, she texting, she’s falling, but lemme explain
Gotta tell your old boyfriend skate, girl, ’cause a nigga don’t play them ex games
No! Straight sexing, no handcuff or arresting
And I ain’t coming offa my last name, ’cause 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 time for the gossip, bitch, put down them tabloids[Hook: Trey Songz & J. Cole]
She said “I 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 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 spot
Tried to let go but I just could not
So don’t 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 that’ll cut all night, that’ll 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, ain’t nothing sunny
I see ‘em hating, but it ain’t nothing to me
I’m 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, let’s make a track
I’ll beat the pussy up, that’s the hook right thurr
That’s the hook, right there
There’s the hook, right there
Never mind that, girl, let’s make a track
I’ll beat the pussy up, that’s the hook right thurr[Hook]
