Letra de Son Of A Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You) - 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
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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
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
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/son-of-a-gun--i-betcha-think-this-song-is-about-you--janet-jackson.php
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
