Janet Jackson - Son Of A Gun Lyrics
Ha haHoo hooThought you'd get the money tooGreedy muther*****ersTry to have your cake and eat it tooYou're such a romantic heroThe way you dress and look yourself overIt's no wonder you would ponder that imageOf your greed itself in the mirrorSharp shooter into breakin heartsA baby gigolo ¨c a sex pistolHollerin at everythin that walksNo substance just small talkKnow why you feelin on that girl's behindYou gotta sleezy one track mindWorking your work until you think you findWho's goin home with you tonightOh, who you give it toWho you gonna steal it fromWho's your next victimOh, who you gonna lie toWho you gonna cheat onWho you gonna leave aloneOh, what ya gonna tell herAfter she discoversYou don't really love herOh, gonna be a showdownKnock down ¨c drag outGunslinger shoot ¡®em upI betcha think this song is about youI betcha think this song is about youI betcha think this song is about youI betcha think this song is about youDon't youDon't youDon't youDon't youSweatin me but i'm not your typeYou think you irk me and you're so rightI'd rather keep the trash and throw you outStupid ***** in my beach houseNaw i ain't gone go and act a foolAnd be lead story on the nigga newsNot me sucherI'll bnever be your loverI'd rather make you sufferYou stupid muther*****erOh, who you give it toWho you gonna steal it fromWho's your next victimOh, who you gonna lie toWho you gonna cheat onWho you gonna leave aloneOh, what ya gonna tell herAfter she discoversYou don't really love herOh, gonna be a showdownKnock down ¨c drag outGunslinger shoot ¡®em upI betcha think this song is about youI betcha think this song is about youI betcha think this song is about youI betcha think this song is about youDon't youDon't youDon't youDon't youHa haHoo hooThought you'd get the money tooGreedy muther*****ersTry to have your cake and eat it tooGotta chip upon your shoulderI just knocked it offShow me what you gonna doI ain't bout to runYou have just run out of ammunitionShootin blanks nowYou son of a gunOh, who you give it toWho you gonna steal it fromWho's your next victimOh, who you gonna lie toWho you gonna cheat onWho you gonna leave aloneOh, what ya gonna tell herAfter she discoversYou don't really love herOh, gonna be a showdownKnock down ¨c drag outGunslinger shoot ¡®em upI betcha think this song is about youI betcha think this song is about youI betcha think this song is about youI betcha think this song is about youDon't youDon't youDon't youDon't you
