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Janet Jackson( Janet Damita Jo Jackson )
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Son of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You) [P. Diddy Remix]
Lyricist:James Iii Harris, Janet Jackson, Terry Lewis, Carly Simon
Ha ha, who who Thought you'd get the money too Greedy motherfuckers Try to have the cake and eat it too
Son of a gun, son of a gun
You're such a romantic hero The way you dress and look yourself over It's no wonder you would ponder that image Of your preening self in the mirror
Sharp shooter into breakin' hearts Baby gigolo, 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 think you're fine 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 gonna leave alone?
Oh, what you gonna tell her After she discovers You don't really love her?
Oh, it's gonna be a showdown Knock down, drag down Gun slugger, shoot â€~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 motherfuckers Try to have the cake and eat it too
Son of a gun
You tell 'em, Carly Clouds in my coffee Go on Clouds in my coffee
Ha ha, who who Thought you'd get the money too Greedy motherfuckers Try to have the cake and eat it too
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 for me, sucker, I'd never be your lover I'd rather make you suffer, you stupid motha fucker
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 gonna leave alone?
Oh, what you gonna tell her After she discovers You don't really love her?
Oh, it's gonna be a showdown Knock down, drag down Gun slugger, shoot â€~em up Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
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 motherfuckers Try to have the cake and eat it too
You tell 'em, Carly
Clouds of various shapes and sizes Most guys like to evaluate their prizes We come with so many different tricks The apricot scarf was worn by Nick Nothing in the words refer to Nick
Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off Show me what you're gonna do, I ain't â€~bout to run You have just run out of ammunition Shootin' blanks now, son of a gun
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 gonna leave alone?
Oh, what you gonna tell her After she discovers You don't really love her?
Oh, it's gonna be a showdown Knock down, drag down Gun slugger, shoot â€~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
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 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 gone
Son of a gun, go on
Janet and me, thick as thieves Never met jet, but I'll venture a bet There's a common threat to our common dream And if it wasn't for that damn cream There'd be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee
Who do you think you are? Rambo? Or a cumulonimbus cavulotus Or a cirrus or an alto stratus Somebody to make, somebody like me proud In the encyclopedia of clouds
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
You tell 'em, Carly Probably think this song is about you Yeah, you probably think this song is about you Is about you, is about you You probably think this song is about you
Son of a gun, son of a gun Son of a gun, son of a gun
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