Janet Jackson

Janet Jackson - Son Of A Gun lyrics

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(IN HIT) 

Ha ha ho ho thought you`ll get the money to? 
greaty motherfuc*er try to have the cake and eat it to. 

(TEXT 1) 

Sharp shootin` itoo breakin` hearts, a baby gigeloo, 
a sex pistol, hollering at everything that walks, 
no substance, just small talk. Know why you fellin` on that girls behind, you got a slizzy, onetrack mind. 
Work at your work until you`ll think you find... 
who`s goin` home with you tonight. 

(CHORSE) 

Oh, who you gonna give it to? 
Who`ll you gonna steal from who`s your nexy victim? 
Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna sheat on? Who you gonna leave alone? 
Oh, what are you gonna tell her after she descovers that you don`t really love her? 
Oh, it`s gonna be a showdown, knockdown, dragout gunslinger shoot em` up. 

I beet you think this song is about you? 
I beet you think this song is about you? 
I beet you think this song is about you? 
I beet you think this song is about you? 
Don`t you? Don`t you? Don`t you? 

(TEXT 2) 
Sweat in me, but I`m not your type.. 
You think you irk in me? 
Mabye you allright, I rather keep your trash than 
trow you out... Stupid bitc* in my beach house, 
now I not gonna act like no fool, gonna play this story, 
by my nigga rules. Not me sucker, I`ll never bee your lover, I`ll gonna make you suffer, you stupid motherfuc*er 

(CHORSE) 


(TEXT 3) 
Gotta ship up on your shoulder, I just knock it off.. 
Show me what ya goin` to do, I ain`t gonna run.. 
You have just run out ammunition. Shoot your blacks now, 
You son of a gun. 

(CHORSE)
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: JDJ, Inc.

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Released in: 2002

Language: English

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