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Can't Get Enough Lyrics

[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' a** 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 n**** reconsider
You now rocking with the best, mayne, dress game down to the s** 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 n**** don't play them ex games
No! Straight s**ing, 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, b****, 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 b**** 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 n***** over there look like nerds
Never mind that, girl, let's make a track
I'll beat the p**** 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 p**** up, that's the hook right thurr

[Hook]
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