Tytuł: Son Of A Gun (I Betcha Think This Song I

• Wykonawca: Janet Jackson
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Ha ha
  Hoo hoo
  Thought you'd get the money too
  Greedy mutherfuckers
  Try to have your cake and eat it too
  
  Sharp shooter into breakin hearts
  A baby gigolo - a sex pistol
  Hollerin at everythin that walks
  No substance just small talk
  Know why you feelin on that girl's behind
  You gotta sleezy one track mind
  Working your work until you think you find
  Who's goin home with you tonight
  
  Oh, who you give it to
  Who you gonna steal it from
  Who's your next victim
  Oh, who you gonna lie to
  Who you gonna cheat on
  Who you gonna leave alone
  Oh, what ya gonna tell her
  After she discovers
  You don't really love her
  Oh, gonna be a showdown
  Knock down - drag out
  Gunslinger shoot 'em up
  
  I betcha think this song is about you
  I betcha think this song is about you
  I betcha think this song is about you
  I betcha think this song is about you
  Don't you
  Don't you
  Don't you
  Don't you
  
  Sweatin me but I'm not your type
  You think you irk me and you're so right
  I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
  Stupid bitch in my beach house
  Naw I ain't gone go and act a fool
  And be lead story on the nigga news
  Not me sucher
  I'll bnever be your lover
  I'm gonna make you suffer
  You stupid mutherfucker
  
  Oh, who you give it to
  Who you gonna steal it from
  Who's your next victim
  Oh, who you gonna lie to
  Who you gonna cheat on
  Who you gonna leave alone
  Oh, what ya gonna tell her
  After she discovers
  You don't really love her
  Oh, gonna be a showdown
  Knock down - drag out
  Gunslinger shoot 'em up
  
  I betcha think this song is about you
  I betcha think this song is about you
  I betcha think this song is about you
  I betcha think this song is about you
  Don't you
  Don't you
  Don't you
  Don't you
  
  Ha ha
  Hoo hoo
  Thought you'd get the money too
  Greedy mutherfuckers
  Try to have your cake and eat it too
  
  Gotta chip upon your shoulder
  I just knocked it off
  Show me what you gonna do
  I ain't bout to run
  You have just run out of ammunition
  Shootin blanks now
  You son of a gun
  
  Oh, who you give it to
  Who you gonna steal it from
  Who's your next victim
  Oh, who you gonna lie to
  Who you gonna cheat on
  Who you gonna leave alone
  Oh, what ya gonna tell her
  After she discovers
  You don't really love her
  Oh, gonna be a showdown
  Knock down - drag out
  Gunslinger shoot 'em up
  
  I betcha think this song is about you
  I betcha think this song is about you
  I betcha think this song is about you
  I betcha think this song is about you
  Don't you
  Don't you
  Don't you
  Don't you