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Son Of A Gun (Rock Remix)
Janet Jackson
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Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get that money too
Greedy motherfuckers try to have their cake and eat it too
Bitch
Ha ha, yo, check this out, you greedy motherfucker
I changed all the credit cards
And switched the locks to all my doors
You thought my heart would be destroyed
Look around 'cause I'm chillin', boy
What you go and get your lawyers for?
I makes my dough in just one show, ya know
Your lawyers should've let you know, ya know
When you sue me, you gon' be broke, ya know
Ain't no way that you can bring me down easy
Any chick that you stick is real sleazy
Before I need you, I bet you gon' need me
You ain't want me anyway, you wanted to be me
What made you think I'd keep you 'round?
While I work my ass off and you just lounge, huh?
You slum, bum, son of a gun
And, uh, how much you worth? I think negative, dun
Sharpshooter into breakin' hearts
Baby gigolo, sex pistol
Hollerin' at everything that walks
No substance, just small talk
And while you're feelin' on a girl's behind
You got a sleazy one-track mind
Workin' your work until you think you find
Who's goin' home with you tonight
(Oh) Who you gonna 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 tryin' to get it on?
(Oh) What you gonna tell her?
After she discovers
You don't really love her
(Oh) It's gonna be a showdown
Knock down, shut up, jump streets, shoot 'em up
Bet you think this song is about you
I bet you think this song is about you
I bet you think this song is about you
I bet you think this song is about you, don't you?
Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get that money too
Greedy motherfuckers try to have their cake and eat it too
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 motherfucker in my beach house
No, I ain't gon' go and act a fool
And be the new story all the niggas use
Not for me, sucker, I'll never be your lover
I'd rather make you suffer, you stupid motherfucker
(Oh) Who you gonna 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 tryin' to get it on?
(Oh) What you gonna tell her?
After she discovers
You don't really love her
(Oh) It's gonna be a showdown
Knock down, shut up, jump streets, shoot 'em up
You must've thought you had game, like, nigga, what?
Walkin' 'round like you down, you don't give a fuck
But you don't really want beef or take it to the street
See, I'm a lover, not a fighter, but I'll crack your teeth
Boy, plea plea, nah, don't bother me
'Cause when you had me, you ain't know how to chill with me
You one of these in the street with the freakneeks
But now you all up on them knees still doggin' me
But I'ma say it real real, keep it real
What the deal? How you feel? Is you ill? Is you sick?
'Cause I'm the deal, still here with appeal
And it's real, don't front, 'cause, boy, I'm the shit
I'm doin' better without you (Player)
And I'm happy without you (Player)
And this song is about you, player
Motherfuckin' son of a gun
Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off
Show me what you're gonna do, I ain't 'bout to run
You have just run out of ammunition
Shootin' blanks now, you son of a gun
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No, no, no, no, no
It's not what you say, it's what you do
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
Don't you, don't you, don't you
Bet you think this song is about you
I bet you think this song is about you
I bet you think this song is about you
I bet you think this song is about you, don't you?
Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get that money too
Greedy motherfuckers try to have their cake and eat it too
I'm gone
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