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J. Cole Ft. Trey Songz - Can't Get Enough Lyrics



(Ahhh) Cole World
(Ahhh) Southside
Can’t get enough, can’t get enough
(Ahhh) Eastside, Westside, worldwide
Ride out

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, prolly make a gay nigga reconsider
You now rockin’ 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, Ovechkayne
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 comin’ offa my last name, ’cause I really can’t take no stressing
‘Bout where I done been, who I done hit, your homegirl sayin’, “He a bad boy”
But I’m signed to the Roc, no time for the gossip, bitch, put down them tabloids

Trey Songz

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”

J. Cole

She said
“I, can’t get enough, can’t get enough”
(Ah-dee-da)
“I, can’t get enough, can’t get enough”
(Ah-dee-da)
“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”

Hey, Globetrotter, Cole hotter, either 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 give my last girl a 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

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
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”
(Ah-dee-da)
“I, can’t get enough, can’t get enough”
(Ah-dee-da)
“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”

Hey, Cole World, baby, ain’t nothin’ sunny
I see ‘em hatin’, but it ain’t nuttin’ 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

She said “I heard you got a main chick
A http://kidlyrics.blogspot.com mistress and some hoes
You be up to no good
And everybody knows
My homegirls tried to warn
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”
(Ah-dee-da)
“I, can’t get enough, can’t get enough”
(Ah-dee-da)
“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”

J. Cole - I'm On It Lyrics



J. Cole - I'm On It Lyrics

Yeah, my God, Science

Lord I’ve been dreaming about the paper
I want it all
I wanna shine, I wanna ball
I want the whip with the suicide doors
this is my life homie, you decide yours
I’ve been dreaming about the paper
I want it all
I wanna shine, I wanna ball
I want the whip with the suicide doors
this is my life homie, you decide yours

Man, man I’m on it, I’m on it
get on my level I’m hot like, I’ve been dancing with the devil man
I’m on it, uh uh I’m on it
so in case you aint heard, observe

I’m bringing that fire, you know that flame throw
I’m getting you high, I spittin’ that brown sugar that DeAnglo
just look in the sky
a n-gga so fly I’m up here touching rainbow’s
aint making it rain though
no don’t be silly mama, I’m no pinata
letting my paper fall, no way
but if you feeling it, you can take it all and show me
don’t fight the feeling mama
not Jeffrey Dahmer but your body is a killer mama
I’m tryna rock that ass to sleep like pyjamas

I’ma ball hard with the Roc, crossover hit the shot
my palms itching like I just got the Chicken Pox
haters wish they could, bitch, I’m bad meaning good
I live my life like you should cause…

Man, man I’m on it, I’m on it
get on my level I’m hot like, I’ve been dancing with the devil man
I’m on it, uh uh I’m on it
so in case you aint heard, observe

And I’m back with that flame, I got that flow that’ll blow your brain
they calling me Cole yeah thats my name
and just like Martin I know that pain
no novacaine and wont complain never
but spit it so hot whenever I drop a verse I change weather
now hey badder I’m dropping that Floyd Mayweather or rather Lebron james
rather so much better than these featherweight rappers I’m ahead of my time
and never pressing rewind
now watch me shine,

I’ma ball hard with the Roc, crossover hit the shot
my palms itching like I just got the Chicken Pox
haters wish they could, bitch, I’m bad meaning good
I live my life like you should cause…

Man, man I’m on it, I’m on it
get on my level I’m hot like, I’ve been dancing with the devil man
I’m on it, uh uh I’m on it
so in case you aint heard, observe

(Watch me shine)
Big plans
(Watch me shine)
Big things
(Watch me shine)
Big money
(Watch me shine)
Big dreams
(Watch me shine)
Big crib
(Watch me shine)
Big screen
(Watch me shine)

I’m tryna shine like
(Watch me shine)

I’m on it, uh uh I’m on it man I’m on it, I’m so on it

I’ma ball hard with the Roc, crossover hit the shot
my palms itching like I just got the Chicken Pox
haters wish they could, bitch, I’m bad meaning good
I live my life like you should cause…

Man, man I’m on it, I’m on it
get on my level I’m hot like, I’ve been dancing with the devil man
I’m on it, uh uh I’m on it
so in case you aint heard, observe

J. Cole - I'm On It Lyrics