Kid Cudi - Make Her Say Lyrics

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

Uh, uh, uh, 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, hey

I mean you staring like a creeper 'cause you gotta peep 'er
I mean you probably might be sayin' you ain't jockin' either
But man, oh 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 she's down for the trickin' up

I'm hopin' she a rider when it's 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

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Ya ya, when I
(P-p-p-poke her face, p-p-poke her face)
I make her say
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
When I
(P-p-p-poke her face, p-p-poke her face)
Hey what she talking about, hey?

She said she want whatever she like
She said she gon' bring her friend
Now we gon' have a hell of a night
Through the day I made her say

Hold up, born in '88, how old is that? Man, 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 commandment, you ain't gotta ask Moses

More champagne, more toast'es
More damn planes, more coast'es
And fuck a bus, the Benz is parked like Rosa-osa

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

She said she want whatever she like
But ya gotta bring your friend
And we could have a hell of a night
Through the day

She blamed it on the 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
It's the way I was raised on the South Side safari so

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
When I
(P-p-p-poke her face, p-p-poke her face)
I made her say
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Ya, when I
(P-p-p-poke her face, p-p-poke her face)

Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
She's got me like nobody

Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
She's got me like nobody

Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
She's got me like nobody

Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
She's got me like nobody
(Nobody, nobody, nobody)