Make Her Say (feat. Kanye West & Common)

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