Make Her Say

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 What up? P-p-p-poker her face (me first) P-p-poke her face 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, ayy I mean staring like a creeper 'cause you gotta peep her I mean you probably might be saying you ain't jockin' either But, man, ol' girl got a fat ol' ass Yeah, the type to 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, do she spit it up or swallow now? I ain't got a trip about them niggas who like her 'Cause me and mami know who can really make her go 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 When I P-p-p-poke her face P-p-poke her face (what she talking 'bout, 'Ye?) 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 (yeah), born in '88? (word?) 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 toastes More damn planes, more coastes And fuck a bus, the Benz is parked like Rosa, -oza 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 (Yeah) Oh, oh-oh-oh When I P-p-p-poke her face P-p-poke her face I make her say She said she want whatever she like But she gotta bring your friend And we can 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 head right, and get up on this conscious dick I embody everything from the godly to the party It's the way I was raised on the Southside safari, so 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 (yeah) Oh, oh-oh-oh 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