Thursday, April 16, 2009

Oh, oh-oh-oh




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!




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, o girl got a fat old @ss
Yeah, the type that make you tell a b!tch just dance




And f@#k them other niggas cause you down for her b!tches
F@#k them other niggas cause she down for the stickin'
And f@#k them other niggas hope she down for some lickin'
And f@#k them other b!tches
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)





She said she want whatever she like
She said she gone' bring her friend
Now we gone' have a hell of a night
Through the day
I made her say
Hold up, born in 88'



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