Make Her Say (feat. Kanye West & Common)

I make her say

Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh

Oh-oh, oh

When I

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I make her say

Oh, oh-oh, oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

What up?

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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, aye

I mean, starin' like a creeper 'cause you gotta peep her

I mean, you probably might be sayin' you ain't jockin' either

But man, ol' girl got a fat old ass

Yeah, the type that make you tell a bitch, "Just dance"

And fuck them other **** 'cause you down for her bitches

Fuck them other **** 'cause she down for the stickin'

And fuck them other ****, hope she down for some lickin'

And fuck them other bitches 'cause she down for the trickin' up

I'm hopin' she a rider when it's said and done

If she spit it up and swallow now

I ain't gotta trip about them **** who like her

But me and mami know who can really make her go

Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh

Yeah, yeah

Oh-oh, oh

When I

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I make her say

Oh, oh-oh, oh

Yeah

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

When I

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What she talkin' 'bout, Ye?

She said she want whatever she like

She said she gon' bring her friend

And we gon' have a hell of a night

Through the day, I made her say

Hold up, born in '88

Hold old is that? Old enough

I got seniority with the sororities

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 comatose-es

And do it while I'm 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, Oza

Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh

Oh-oh, oh

When I

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face

I make her say

Oh, oh-oh, oh

Yeah

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

When I

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face

I make her say

She said she want whatever she like

But ya gotta bring your friend

And we can have one 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

My poker Facebook, 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 South Side Safari, so

Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh

Oh-oh, oh

When I

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face

I make her say

Oh, oh-oh, oh

Yeah

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

When I

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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