Janet Jackson Son of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You) [P. Diddy Remix] lyrics

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


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