Kid CuDi - Make Her Say From the album 'Man on the Moon: End of the Day'.
I do not own the music

CHORUS:

(I make her say)
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh
(When I)
P-p-p-poker face
P-p-poke her face
(I make her say)
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh
(What up)
P-p-p-poker face
P-p-poke her face
Me first!


VERSE 1: Kid Cudi

She wanna have whatever she like
She can if she bring her friend
And we can have one hell of a night
Through the day
Eh, I mean staring like a creeper cause you gotta peep er
I mean you probably might be saying you aint jockin either
But man, o girl got a fat old ass
Yeah, the type that make you tell a bitch just dance
And fuck them other niggas cause you down for her bitches
Fuck them other niggas cause she down for the stickin
And fuck them other niggas hope she down for some lickin
And fuck them other bitches
Cause shes down for the trickin up

Im hopin she a rider
When it's said and done
And she spit it up and swallow now
I aint got a trip about them niggas who like her
But me and mammy know who can really make her go


CHORUS:

Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh
(When I)
P-p-p-poker face
P-p-poke her face
(I make her say)
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh
(When I)
P-p-p-poker face
P-p-poke her face


VERSE 2: Kanye West

She said she want whatever she like
She said she gone bring her friend
Now we gone have a hell of a night
Through the day
I made her say
Hold up, born in 88′
How old is that? Old enough
I got seniority with the sorority
So, that explain why I love college
Gettin brain in the library cause I love knowledge
When you use your Medulla Oblongata
And give me scoliosis until I comatoses
And do it while I sleep yeah a little osmosis
And thats my commitment you aint gotta ask Moses
More champagne more toastes
More damn planes, more coastes
And fuck a bus, the Benz is parked like Rosa


CHORUS:

(I make her say)
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh
(When I)
P-p-p-poker face
P-p-poke her face
(I make her say)
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh
(When I)
P-p-p-poker face
P-p-poke her face
(I make her say)


VERSE 3: Common

She said she want whatever she like
But she gotta bring your friend
We could have a hell of a night, through the day
She blamed it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
She had her hair did, it was bound to fall
Down, down for a damn, Cudi already said it
A poker face book I already read it
But man, her head was gooder than the music
electro body known to blow fuses
A stripper from the south lookin for a payday
Said bitch you should do it for the love like Ray J
But they say you be on that conscious tip
Get your hair right and get up on this conscious dick
I embody everything from the Gali to the party
Its the way I was raised on the south side safari, so


CHORUS:

Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh
(When I)
P-p-p-poker face
P-p-poke her face
(I make her say)

Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh
(When I)
P-p-p-poker face
P-p-poke her face


Lady Gaga

Cant read my, cant read my
No he cant read my poker face
Shes got me like nobody
(repeat)

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