Kid Cudi Make Her Say (Main Version)

Đóng góp: 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!



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 @ss

Yeah, the type that make you tell a b!tch just dance

And f@#k them other niggas cause you down for her b!tches

F@#k them other niggas cause she down for the stickin’

And f@#k them other niggas hope she down for some lickin’

And f@#k them other b!tches

Cause she’s down for the trickin’ up



I’m hopin’ she a rider

When its said and done

And she spit it up and swallow now

I ain’t got a trip about them niggas who like her

But me and mammy know who can really make her go



Lady Gaga

Oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh-oh

(When I)

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P-p-poke her face

(I make her say)

Oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh-oh

(When I)

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P-p-poke her face



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 that’s my commitment you ain’t gotta ask Moses

More champagne more toast’es

More damn planes, more coast’es

And f@#k a bus, the Benz is parked like Rosa …



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



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 b!tch you should do it for the love like Ray Jay

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



Lady GaGa

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

Can’t read my, can’t read my

No he can’t read my poker face

She’s got me like nobody