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janet jackson - son of a gun lyrics

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ha ha
hoo hoo
thought you’d get the money too
greedy m-th-rf-ckers
try to have your cake and eat it too

you’re such a romantic hero
the way you dress and look yourself over
it’s no wonder you would ponder that image
of your greed itself in the mirror

sharp shooter into breakin hearts
a baby gigolo ¨c a s-x 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 ¨c 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 b-tch in my beach house
naw i ain’t gone go and act a fool
and be lead story on the n-gg- news
not me sucher
i’ll bnever be your lover
i’d rather make you suffer
you stupid m-th-rf-cker

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 ¨c 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 m-th-rf-ckers
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 ¨c 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

- janet jackson lyrics

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