(feat. Kanye West, Common)
(I make her say)

Oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh-oh

(When I)

P-p-p-poker face

P-p-poke her face

(I make her say)

Oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh-oh

(What up)

P-p-p-poker face

P-p-poke her face

(Me first!)



[Kid Cudi]

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, yo 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 its 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

(When I)

P-p-p-poker face

P-p-poke her face

(I make her say)

Oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh-oh

(When I)

P-p-p-poker face

P-p-poke her face



[Kanye West]

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? 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 …



(I make her say)

Oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh-oh

(When I)

P-p-p-poker face

P-p-poke her face

(I make her say)

Oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh-oh

(When I)

P-p-p-poker face

P-p-poke her face

(I make her say)



[Common]

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 bitch you should do it for the love like Ray Jay

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-poker face

P-p-poke her face

(I make her say)



Oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh-oh

(When I)

P-p-p-poker face

P-p-poke her face



[Lady Gaga]

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