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Son Of A Gun ft. Carly Simon and Missy Elliott
Janet Jackson
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Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you'd get the money, too
Greedy, greedy, greedy
Try to have the cake and eat it, too
Missy! Ha, ha! Remix!
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
Whatcha gon' get your lawyer for?
I makes my dough and just for sure, you know
Your lawyers should've let you know, you know
When you sue me you gon' be broke, you know
Ain't no way that you gon' 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 keep you around
While I work my ass off while you just lounge, huh?
You slump, bum, son of a gun
And how much you're worth?
I think negative, done
Sharp shooter into breakin' hearts
Baby gigolo, a sex pistol
Hollerin' at everything that walks
No substance, just small talk
Know why you're feelin' on that girl's behind
You got a sleazy, one-track mind
Workin' your work until you find
Who's goin' home with you tonight
Oh (Oh!)
Who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal it from?
Who's your next victim? (That's right now)
Oh (Oh!)
Who you gonna lie to?
Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?
Oh (Oh!)
What you gonna tell her
After she discovers
You don't really love her?
Oh (Oh!)
It's gonna be a show down
Knock down, drag down
Gun slugger, 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?
I'm doin' better without you
And I'm happy without you
Sweatin' me but I'm not you're 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
No, I ain't gonna go and act a fool
And be the lead story on nigga news
Not me, sucker
I'd never be your lover
I'd rather make you suffer
You stupid motha fucker
Oh (Oh!)
Who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal it from?
Who's your next victim? (That's right now)
Oh (Oh!)
Who you gonna lie to?
Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?
Oh (Oh!)
What you gonna tell her
After she discovers
You don't really love her?
Oh (Oh!)
It's gonna be a show down
Kock down, drag down
Gun slugger, shoot 'em up
You must have thought you had game, now you, what?
Walkin' 'round, like you're down, you don't give a
But you don't really wanna be forgot into the streets
I'm a lover, not a fighter, but I crack your teeth
Boy, I plead please, no, don't bother me
'Cause when you had me you ain't know how to chill with me
You wanna be in the streets with the freak-nies
But now you all up on them knees, still joggin' me
But I'm gonna say it real, real, keep it real
What the deal? How you feel? Is it real? Is you sick?
'Cause I'm the deal, still here, what the feelin'
Is real, don't front, 'cause, boy, I'm the sh
I'm doin' better without you, playa
And I'm happy without you, playa
This song is about you, playa
Motha fucker, son of a gun, Janet!
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!
(Missy, Janet, Carly)
Oh (Oh!)
Who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal it from?
Who's your next victim? (That's right now)
Oh (Oh!)
Who you gonna lie to?
Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?
Oh (Oh!)
What you gonna tell her
After she discovers
You don't really love her?
Oh (Oh!)
It's gonna be a show down
Knock down, drag down
Gun slugger, 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?
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you'd get the money, too
Greedy, greedy, greedy
Try to have the cake and eat it, too
I'm gone
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