Son Of A Gun (remix) Lyrics

Son Of A Gun (remix) lyrics

(Janet)

 Ha ha

 Hoo hoo

 Thought you'd get the money too

 Greedy, Greedy, Greedy

 Try to have your cake and eat it too

 

 (Carly)

 Missy.....remix

 

 (Missy)

 Yo check this out, you greedy motherfucker

 (I) changed all the credit cards

 (and) switched the lock to all my doors (hehehe)

 You thought my heart would be destroyed (mmmm)

 Look around cuz I'm chillling boy (hehehe)

 Whatcha go and get your lawyers for

 I, makes my dough in just one show, you know

 Your lawyer shoulda let you know, you know

 When you sue me, ya gonna be broke you know

 Ain't know you way you could bring me down (easy)

 Any chick that you stick is real sleazy

 Before I need you, I betcha gon' need me

 You ain't want me anyway way, you wanted to be me

 What made you think I'd keep you around

 While I, work my ass off and you just lounge (huh?)

 You slump, bump, son of a gun

 And a, how much your worth? 

 I think negative Don

 

 (Janet)

 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

 

 *Hook 

 

 (Janet with Missy in parenthesis)

 Oh (oh), who you give it to

 Who you gonna steal it from

 Who's your next victim (the right, like)

 Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to

 Who you gonna cheat on 

 Who you gonna leave alone (that's what I'm talking about)

 Oh (oh), what ya gonna tell her

 After she discovers

 You don't really love her

 Oh (oh), gonna be a showdown

 Knock down  drag out

 Gunslinger shoot 'em up (shoot em' up)

 

 (Janet & Carly)

 

 I betcha think this song is about you 

 I betcha think this song is about you 

 I betcha think this song is about you (yeah, yeah)

 I betcha think this song is about you 

 Don't you

 Don't you

 Don't you

 Don't you 

 

 (Carly)

 Reeeeemix

 I'm doing better with out you and I'm happy without you

 

 (Janet)

 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 never be your lover

 I'm gonna make you suffer

 You stupid mutherfucker (ok baby?)

 

 (Janet with Missy in parenthesis)

 Oh (oh), who you give it to

 Who you gonna steal it from

 Who's your next victim (the right, like)

 Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to

 Who you gonna cheat on 

 Who you gonna leave alone (that's what I'm talking about)

 Oh (oh), what ya gonna tell her

 After she discovers

 You don't really love her

 Oh (oh), gonna be a showdown (Missy)

 Knock down - drag out

 Gunslinger shoot 'em up (shoot em' up)

 

 (Missy)

 You musta thought you had game like nigga what

 Walk around like you down, you don't give a fuck

 Cause you don't really want Beef until you hit the streets

 See, I ma lover, not a fighter but I'll crack ya teeth

 Boy, plea plea nah...don't bother me

 Cause when you had me, you ain't know how ta treata me

 But now you up on dem knees, still joggin me

 But I ma say it real real, keep it real

 what da deal, how ya feel, is it ill, is it sick

 Cause I da deal, still here with appeal and it's real

 don't front cause boy I da shit

 

 (Carly)

 I'm doing better with out you (playa) and I'm happy without you (playa)

 

 (Missy)

 And this song is about you (playa), motherfucka, son of a gun (Janet)

 

 (Janet)

 Gotta chip upon your shoulder

 I just knocked it off (oh)

 Show me what you gonna do (uh)

 I ain't bout to run (uh)

 You have just run out of ammunition (nigga right here)

 Shootin blanks now (uh)

 You son of a gun

 

 (Carly)

 Missy, Janet, Carly

 

 Repeat *Hook

 

 (Janet)

 Ha ha

 Hoo hoo

 Thought you'd get the money too

 Greedy mutherfuckers

 Try to have your cake and eat it too

 

 I'm gone