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    1. Son Of A Gun (i Betcha Think This Song Is About You) (Letra)

      Janet Jackson

      Janet Jackson

      Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

      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 ¨c 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 ¨c 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’d rather 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 ¨c 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 ¨c 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

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