Son of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You) Karaoke - Janet Jackson & Carly Simon, Missy Elliott & P. Diddy

This title is a cover of Son of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You) as made famous by Janet Jackson

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With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Same as the original tempo: 104.5 BPM

In the same key as the original: Am

The song begins a cappella

Duration: 04:30 - Preview at: 01:45

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Release date: 2001
Genres: R&B, In English
Original songwriters: Janet Jackson, Jimmy Jam, Terry Steven Lewis, Carly Simon

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Lyrics Son of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You)

Ah ah ooh ooh
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy
Try to have their cake and eat it too
Sharpshooter into breakin' hearts
A 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 find
Who's goin' home with you tonight
Changed all the credit cards
Switched the lock to all my doors
You thought my heart would be destroyed
Look around 'cos I'm chillling boy
Whatcha go and get your lawyers for
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
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 'round while I work my ass off and you just lounge
You slum, bum son of a gun
And uh, how much your worth
I think negative Don
Oh 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 out gun-slingin' 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
Whatchu talkin' 'bout lawyers for
Why you wanna change locks and doors
Well, maybe it was, sure
But you know tomorrow you'll love me some more
Another Visa another set of keys
We did this last week, Ma don't get amnesia
All this back and forth gotta quit
And by the way this is the remix
Sweatin' me but
I'm not your type
You think you hurt 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 the nigga news
Never me, sucker
I'd never be your lover
I'd rather make you suffer you stupid motherfucker
You musta thought you had game like nigga what
Walk around like you down you don't give a fuck
'Cos you don't really want a beef until you hit the streets
See, I'm a lover, not a fighter but I'll crack your teeth
Boy, plea plea, nah don't bother me 'cos when you had me you ain't know how to chill with me
You wannabes in the street with the freakneeks but now you all up on them knees still jocking me
But I'ma say it real real keep it real
What the deal, how you feel is you ill, is you sick
'Cos I'm the deal, still here whip appeal and it's real
Don't front 'cos boy I'm the shit
I'm doing better without you and I'm happy without you
And this song is about you son of a gun
Got a chip upon your shoulder
I just knocked it off
Show me what you're gonna do
I ain't 'bout to run
You have just run out of ammunition
Shootin' blanks now
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 out gun-slingin' 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
Ah ah ooh ooh
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy
Try to have their cake and eat it too
Ah ah ooh ooh
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy
Try to have their cake and eat it too

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