Fuck Me Pumps

[Verse 1] When you walk in the bar And you’re dressed like a star Rocking your F-Me-Pumps And a man notice you With your Gucci bag crew Can’t tell who he’s looking to Cause you all look the same Everyone knows your name And that’s your whole claim to fame Never miss a night Cause your dream in life Is to be a foot-baller’s wife [Chorus] You don’t like play-ers That’s what you say-a But you really wouldn’t mind a million-aire You don’t like ball-ers They don’t do nothing for ya But you’d love a rich man six foot two or tall-er [Verse 2] You’re 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 you’re vexed He’s on to the next And you didn’t even get no text Don’t be too upset If they call you a “sket” Cause like the news every day you get pressed [Chorus] You don’t like play-ers That’s what you say-a But you really wouldn’t mind a million-aire All them big ball-ers Don’t do nothing for ya But you’d love a rich man six foot two or tall-er [Verse 3] You can’t sit down right Because your jeans are too tight And you lucky it’s 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 there’d be no fun We’d go to the club and not see any-one Without girls like you there’s no night life All those men just go home to their wives Don’t 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