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Make Her Say

Kid Cudi

2 acessos

G:     320033 Bm/F#: 224432 F:     133211 C/E:   032010   I make her say  G           Bm/F# Oh ah oh oh oh ah oh oh (when I) F                           C/E  Pa-pa-pa poker her face pa-pa poker her face (I make her say)  G           Bm/F# Oh ah oh oh oh ah oh oh (What Up) F                          C/E  Pa-pa-pa poker her face pa-pa poker her face (me first)  G                           Bm/F# She wanna have whatever she like                           F She can if she bring her friend                                C/E And we can have one hell of a night, through the day            G Ay I mean stand like a grouper cuz you gotta beeper         Bm/F# I mean prime might be sayin you ain't joggin either      F But man ol' girl gotta phat ol' ass  C/E Yeah the type to make you tell a bitch just dance      G And fuck them otha niggas cuz you down for her bitches      Bm/F# And fuck them otha niggas cuz she down for the stickin      F And fuck them otha niggas cuz hope down for sum lickin      C/E And fuck them otha bitches cuz she down for the trickin  G I'm hoping she a rider          Bm/F# When it's said and done will she spit it up and swallow now F I ain't got trip bout them niggas who like her      C/E Cuz me and mommy know, could really make her go    Chorus  G                             Bm/F# She say she want whatever she like                              F She say she gonna bring her friend                                C/E And we gonna have a hell of a night threw the day  I made her say  G Hold up (yeah), born in 88 (word)  Bm/F# How old is that (damn), old enough  F I got seniority, with the sorority  C/E So, that explains why I love college          G Getting brain in the library cuz I love knowledge           Bm/F# When you used your medulla oblongata              F And give me scoliosis until I comatose'st     C/E And do while i'm sleep, yeah a lil osmosis      G And that's my commandment, you ain't gotta ask moses       Bm/F# More champagne, more toasts'st  F More damn planes, more coasts'st      C/E And fuck the bus, the benz is parked like rosa (osa)    Chorus   G                             Bm/F# She say she want whatever she like                              F She say she gonna bring her friend                                C/E And we can have one hell of a night, through the day                       G She blamed it on the al-A-A-al-A-alcohol      Bm/F# She had her hair did, it was bound to fall       F Down down for a damn, Cudi already said it      C/E Her poker face book I'd already read it      G But man her head was gooder than a music   Bm/F# Electro body, known to blow fuses    F A stripper from the south lookin' for a payday        C/E Said bitch you should do it for the love like Ray J      G but they say you be on the conscious tip           Bm/F# Get your head right and get up on this conscious dick      F I embody everything from the godly to the party           C/E It's the way I was raised on the southside safari, so   Chorus   G                         D/F#        | Can't read my, can't read my          |                        Em             | No he can't read on my poker face     | x4 C                                     | She's got me like nobody              |    ============== Capo 2 Version ==============   Capo 2  A:      x02220 C#m/G#: 446654 G:      320033 D/F#:   2x0232   I make her say  A           C#m/G# Oh ah oh oh oh ah oh oh (when I) G                           D/F#  Pa-pa-pa poker her face pa-pa poker her face (I make her say)  A           C#m/G# Oh ah oh oh oh ah oh oh (What Up) G                          D/F#  Pa-pa-pa poker her face pa-pa poker her face (me first)  A                           C#m/G# She wanna have whatever she like                           G She can if she bring her friend                                D/F# And we can have one hell of a night, through the day            A Ay I mean stand like a grouper cuz you gotta beeper         C#m/G# I mean prime might be sayin you ain't joggin either      G But man ol' girl gotta phat ol' ass  D/F# Yeah the type to make you tell a bitch just dance      A And fuck them otha niggas cuz you down for her bitches      C#m/G# And fuck them otha niggas cuz she down for the stickin      G And fuck them otha niggas cuz hope down for sum lickin      D/F# And fuck them otha bitches cuz she down for the trickin  A I'm hoping she a rider          C#m/G# When it's said and done will she spit it up and swallow now G I ain't got trip bout them niggas who like her      D/F# Cuz me and mommy know, could really make her go    Chorus  A                             C#m/G# She say she want whatever she like                              G She say she gonna bring her friend                                D/F# And we gonna have a hell of a night threw the day  I made her say  A Hold up (yeah), born in 88 (word)  C#m/G# How old is that (damn), old enough  G I got seniority, with the sorority  D/F# So, that explains why I love college          A Getting brain in the library cuz I love knowledge           C#m/G# When you used your medulla oblongata              G And give me scoliosis until I comatose'st     D/F# And do while i'm sleep, yeah a lil osmosis      A And that's my commandment, you ain't gotta ask moses       C#m/G# More champagne, more toasts'st  G More damn planes, more coasts'st      D/F# And fuck the bus, the benz is parked like rosa (osa)    Chorus   A                             C#m/G# She say she want whatever she like                              G She say she gonna bring her friend                                C/E And we can have one hell of a night, through the day                       A She blamed it on the al-A-A-al-A-alcohol      C#m/G# She had her hair did, it was bound to fall       G Down down for a damn, Cudi already said it      D/F# Her poker face book I'd already read it      A But man her head was gooder than a music   C#m/G# Electro body, known to blow fuses    G A stripper from the south lookin' for a payday        D/F# Said bitch you should do it for the love like Ray J      A but they say you be on the conscious tip           C#m/G# Get your head right and get up on this conscious dick      G I embody everything from the godly to the party           D/F# It's the way I was raised on the southside safari, so   Chorus   A                         A/G#        | Can't read my, can't read my          |                        F#m            | No he can't read on my poker face     | x4 D                                     | She's got me like nobody              |

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