Текст песни Janet Jackson - Son of a Gun
Janet Jackson - Son of a Gun слова песни
Ha haHoo hooThought youd get the money tooGreedy mutherfuckersTry to have your cake and eat it tooSharp shooter into breakin heartsA baby gigolo c a sex pistolHollerin at everythin that walksNo substance just small talkKnow why you feelin on that girls behindYou gotta sleezy one track mindWorking your work until you think you findWhos goin home with you tonightOh, who you give it toWho you gonna steal it fromWhos your next victimOh, who you gonna lie toWho you gonna cheat onWho you gonna leave aloneOh, what ya gonna tell herAfter she discoversYou dont 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 youDont youDont youDont youDont youSweatin me but Im not your typeYou think you irk me and youre so rightId rather keep the trash and throw you outStupid bitch in my beach houseNaw I aint gone go and act a foolAnd be lead story on the nigga newsNot me sucherIll bnever be your loverId rather make you sufferYou stupid mutherfuckerOh, who you give it toWho you gonna steal it fromWhos your next victimOh, who you gonna lie toWho you gonna cheat onWho you gonna leave aloneOh, what ya gonna tell herAfter she discoversYou dont 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 youDont youDont youDont youDont youHa haHoo hooThought youd get the money tooGreedy mutherfuckersTry to have your cake and eat it tooGotta chip upon your shoulderI just knocked it offShow me what you gonna doI aint bout to runYou have just run out of ammunitionShootin blanks nowYou son of a gunOh, who you give it toWho you gonna steal it fromWhos your next victimOh, who you gonna lie toWho you gonna cheat onWho you gonna leave aloneOh, what ya gonna tell herAfter she discoversYou dont 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 youDont youDont youDont youDont you