Текст песни Janet Jackson - Son Of A Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You)
Janet Jackson - Son Of A Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You) слова песни
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
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