Correction Paroles Son of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song is About You) (Rock Remix) par Janet Jackson

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Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherf**kers try to have their cake and eat it too
Haha, yo, check this out you greedy motherf**ker

I changed all the credit cards
And switched the locks to all my doors
You thought my heart would be destroyed
Look around 'cause I'm chilllin;, boy
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, you gonna be broke you know
Ain't no way that 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, 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 slum, bum, son of a gun
And uh, how much your worth
I think negative, dunn

Sharpshooter into breaking hearts
A baby gigolo, a sex pistol
Hollering at everything that walks
No substance, just small talk
Know why you feeling on that girl's behind
You got a sleazy one track mind
Working your work until you think you find
Who's going home with you tonight

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