[Verse 1]
When you walk in the bar
And youre dressed like a star
Rocking your F-Me-Pumps
And a man notice you
With your Gucci bag crew
Cant tell who hes looking to
Cause you all look the same
Everyone knows your name
And thats your whole claim to fame
Never miss a night
Cause your dream in life
Is to be a foot-ballers wife
[Chorus]
You dont like play-ers
Thats what you say-a
But you really wouldn’t mind a million-aire
You dont like ball-ers
They dont do nothing for ya
But you’d love a rich man six foot two or tall-er
[Verse 2]
Youre more than a fan
Looking for a man
But you end up with one night stands
He could be your whole life
If you got past one night
But that part never goes right
In the morning youre vexed
Hes on to the next
And you didn’t even get no text
Dont be too upset
If they call you a “sket”
Cause like the news every day you get pressed
[Chorus]
You dont like play-ers
Thats what you say-a
But you really wouldn’t mind a million-aire
All them big ball-ers
Dont do nothing for ya
But you’d love a rich man six foot two or tall-er
[Verse 3]
You cant sit down right
Because your jeans are too tight
And you lucky its ladies’ night
With your big empty purse
Every week it gets worse
At least your breast cost more than hers
So you did Mi-am-i
Cause you got there for free
But somehow you missed the plane
You did too much E
Met some-bod-y
And spent the night getting caned
Without girls like you thered be no fun
Wed go to the club and not see any-one
Without girls like you theres no night life
All those men just go home to their wives
Dont be mad at me
Cause your pushing 30
And your old tricks no longer work
You should have known from the jump
That you always get dumped
So dust off your fuck me pumps

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