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When you walk in the bar and you're dressed like a star

When you walk in the bar,

Rockin' your F me pumps

And you dressed like a star,

And the men notice you with your Gucci bag crew

Rockin' your F me pumps.

Can't tell who he's lookin' to

And the men notice you,

'Cause you all look the same everyone knows your name

With your Gucci bag crew,

And that's your whole claim to fame

Can't tell who he's lookin' to.

Never miss a night 'cause your dream in life

Is to be a footballers wife

Cuz you all look the same,

Everyone knows your name,

You don't like players that's what you say-a

And that's you whole claim to fame.

But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire

You don't like ballers they don't do nothing for ya

Never miss a night,

But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller

Cuz your dream in life,

Is to be a footballers wife.

You're more than a fan lookin' for a man

You don't like players,

But you end up with one-nights-stands

That's what you say-a,

He could be your whole life if you got past one night

But you really wouldn't

But that part never goes right

mind a millionaire.

In the morning you're vexed he's onto the next

You don't like ballers,

And you didn't even get no text

They don't do nothing for ya,

Don't be too upset if they call you a sket

But you'd love a rich man six

'Cause like the news everyday you get pressed

foot two or taller.

You don't like players that's what you say-a

You're more than a fan,

But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire

Lookin' for a man,

Or them big ballers don't do nothing for ya

But you end up with one-nights-stands.

But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller

He could be your whole life,

You can't sit down right 'cause you jeans are too tight

If you got past one night,

And your lucky its ladies night

But that part never goes right.

With your big empty purse every week it gets worse

At least your breasts cost more than hers

In the morning you're vexed,

He's onto the next,

So you did Miami 'cause you got there for free

And you didn't even get no taste.

But somehow you missed the plane

You did too much E, met somebody

Don't be too upset,

And spent the night getting caned

If they call you a skank,

Cuz like the news

Without girls like you there'd be no fun

everyday you get pressed.

We'd go to the club and not see anyone

Without girls like you there's no nightlife

You don't like players,

All those men just go home to their wives

That's what you say-a,

But you really wouldn't

Don't be mad at me 'cause your pushing thirty

mind a millionaire.

And your old tricks no longer work

You should have known from the jump that you always get dumped

Or them big ballers,

Don't do nothing for ya.

But you'd love a rich man six

foot two or taller,

You can't sit down right,

Cuz you jeans are too tight,

And your lucky its ladies night.

With your big empty purse,

Every week it gets worse,

At least your breasts

cost more than hers.

So you did Miami,

Cuz you got there for free,

But somehow you missed the plane.

You did too much E,

Met somebody,

And spent the night getting caned.

Without girls like you,

There'd be no fun,

We'd go to the club and not see anyone.

Without girls like you,

There's no nightlife,

All those men just go

home to their wives.

Don't be mad at me,

Cuz you're pushing thirty,

And your old tricks no longer work.

You should have known from the job,

That you always get dumped,

So dust off your fuck me pumps

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