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• Artiste: Janet Jackson
• Titre: Son Of A Gun
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Ha haHoo hooTought you'd get the money tooGreedy motherfuckersTry to have your cake and eat it tooSharp shooter into breakin heartsA baby gigolo - a sex pistolHollerin at everything that walksNo substance just small talkKnow why you feeling on that girl's behindYou gotta sleezy one track mindWorking your work until you think you findWho's going home with you tonightOh, who you give it toWho you gonna steal it fromWho's your next victimOh, who you gonna lie toWho you gonna cheat onWho you gonna leave aloneOh, what ya gonna tell herAfter she discoversYou don't really love herOh, gonna be a showdownKnock down - drag outGunslinger shot 'em upI betcha think that song is about youI betcha think that song is about youI betcha think that song is about youI betcha think that song is about youDon't youDon't youDon't youDon't youSweating me but I'm not your typeYou think you irk me and you're so rightI'd rather keep the trash and throw you outStupid bitch in my beach houseNow I ain't gone go and act a foolAnd be lead story on the nigga newsNo me suckerI'll never be your loverI'm gonna make you sufferYou stupid motherfuckerOh, who you give it toWho you gonna steal it fromWho's your next victimOh, who you gonna lie toWho you gonna cheat onWho you gonna leave aloneOh, what ya gonna tell herAfter she discoversYou don't really love herOh, gonna be a showdownKnock down - drag outGunslinger shot 'em upI betcha think that song is about youI betcha think that song is about youI betcha think that song is about youI betcha think that song is about youDon't youDon't youDon't youDon't youHa haHoo hooTought you'd get the money tooGreedy motherfuckersTry to have your cake and eat it tooGotta chip upon your shoulderI just knocked it offShow me what you gonna doI ain't bout to runYou have just run out of ammunitionShootin blanks nowYou son of a gunOh, who you give it toWho you gonna steal it fromWho's your next victimOh, who you gonna lie toWho you gonna cheat onWho you gonna leave aloneOh, what ya gonna tell herAfter she discoversYou don't really love herOh, gonna be a showdownKnock down - drag outGunslinger shot 'em upI betcha think that song is about youI betcha think that song is about youI betcha think that song is about youI betcha think that song is about youDon't youDon't youDon't youDon't you