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    Janet Jackson / Lyrics

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    "Son of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You)" Lyrics

    Janet Jackson feat. Carly Simon

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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
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Janet Jackson, Melissa A. Elliott, Nisan C. Stewart, Sean J. Combs.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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