Title: I Poke Her Face (Feat. Kanye West & Common)
Artist: Kid Cudi
I make her say...
Oh 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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(continues in the background)
Me first - Ha
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
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, ol' girl got a fat old ***
Yeah, the type that make you tell a ***** "just dance"
And **** them other ******* cause you down for her bitches
**** them other ******* cause she down for the stickin'
And **** them other ******* hope she down for some lickin'
And **** them other bitches 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 ****** who like her
But me and mammi know who can really make her go
Oh Oh Oh Oh
(Yeah, Yeah)
Oh Oh Oh Oh
When I...
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(Uh Uh)
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I make her say...
Oh Oh Oh Oh
(Yeah)
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
When I...
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Ay, what she talkin' about yay? (yeah, yeah)
She said she want whatever she like
She said she gone' bring her freind
Now we gone' have a hell of a night, through the day
I made her say
Hold up, born in 88'
How old is that?
Old enough
I got seinority 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 thats my commandment you aint gotta ask Moses
More chapagne more toast'es
More damn planes, more coast'es
And **** a bus, the Benz is parked like Rosa - Owe's a
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh
When I...
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I make her say...
Oh Oh Oh Oh
(yeah)
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
I make her say...
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She said she want whatever she like
But she gotta bring your friend
We could 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 ***** you should do it for the love like Ray Jay
But they say you be on that concious tip
Get your hair right and get up on this concious dick
I embody everything from the Gali to the party
Its the way I was raised on the southside safari, so
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh 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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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, nobody,
Nobody, nobody