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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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)