Make Her Say

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
Continúa después del anuncio
                              C/E
And we can have one hell of a night,
 through the day
She blamed it on the 
G
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     
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                       Em          
No he can't read on my poker face  
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C                                 
She's got me like nobody          
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Capo 2 Version
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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
She blamed it on the 
A
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     
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                       F#m         
No he can't read on my poker face  
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   | x4
D                                 
She's got me like nobody          
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