Kid Cudi feat Kanye West - I Make Her Say Lyrics

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 [bad word] 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)
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

Kanye West
She said she want whatever she like
She said she gone’ bring her friend
Now we gone’ have a [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
And do it while I sleep yeah a little osmosis
And that’s [bad word] you ain’t gotta ask Moses
More champagne more toast’es
More [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 
She said she want whatever she like
But she gotta bring your friend
We could have a [bad word] 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 [bad word]  Cudi already said it
poker face book I already read it
But man, her head was gooder than the music
electro body known to blow fuses
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 [bad word] 
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
(repeat)