| Son Of A Gun (Explicit) (Janet F/ Missy) |
| Intro [Janet] Ha, ha, who, who Thought youâ??d get the money, too Greedy motha fuckas Try to have the cake and eat it, too. [Missy Elliott] Missy! Ha, ha! Remix! Yo, check this out you greedy motha fucker I changed all my credit cards, And switched all the locks to all my doors You thought my heart would be destroyed Look around cuz Iâ??m chillinâ?? boy Whatcha goinâ?? get your lawyer for? I makes my dough and just for sure you know Your lawyers should have let you know, you know, When you sue me you gonna be broke, you know, Ainâ??t no way you gonna bring me down easy Any chick that you stick is real sleazy Before I need you, I bet you gonna need me You ainâ??t want me, anyway you wanted to be me. What made you think I wanted to keep you around While I work my ass off while you just lounge around, huh? You slump, bum, son of a gun, And uh, How much you worth? I think negative, done [Janet] Sharp shooter into breakinâ?? hearts A baby gigolo, a sex pistol Hollerinâ?? at everything that walks No substance, just small talk Know why youâ??re feelinâ?? on that girlâ??s behind, You got a sleazy, one track mind Workinâ?? your work until you find Whoâ??s goinâ?? home with you tonight. B-Sect [Janet (Missy)] Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from? Whoâ??s your next victim? (Thatâ??s right now) Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on? Who you gonna leave alone? (Thatâ??s what Iâ??m talkinâ?? about) Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers, you donâ??t really love her? Oh, (Oh!) Itâ??s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down, gun slugger shoot â??em up Chorus [Janet & Carly Simon] 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, Donâ??t you, donâ??t you, donâ??t you. [Missy] Iâ??m doinâ?? better without you, and Iâ??m happy without you. [Janet] Sweatinâ?? me but Iâ??m not youâ??re type, You think you irk me, and youâ??re so right, Iâ??d rather keep the trash and throw you out, Stupid bitch in my beach house No, I ainâ??t gonna go and act a fool, And be the lead story, on the nigga news Not me, sucker, Iâ??d never be your lover, Iâ??d rather make you suffer, you stupid motha fucker B-Sect [Janet (Missy)] [Missy] You must have thought you had game, now you, what? Walkinâ?? â??round, like youâ??re down, you donâ??t give a fuck But you donâ??t really wanna be forgot into the streets, Iâ??m a lover, not a fighter, but I crack your teeth Boy I plead please, no, donâ??t bother me. Cuz when you had me you ainâ??t know how to chill witâ?? me You wanna be in the streets with the freak-nies But now you all up on them knees, still jogginâ?? me. But Iâ??m gonna say it real, real, keep it real, What the deal? How you feel? Is it real? Is you sick? Cuz Iâ??m the deal, still here, what the feelinâ?? Is real, donâ??t front, cuz boy Iâ??m theâ?? Iâ??m doinâ?? better without you, playa, and Iâ??m happy without you, playa, This song is about you, playa Motha fucker son of a gun, Janet! Bridge [Janet] Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off, Show me what youâ??re gonna do, I ainâ??t â??bout to run, You have just run out of ammunition, Shootinâ?? blanks now, you son of a gun. [Missy] Missy, Janet, Carly B-Sect And Carly Simon Below [Janet (Missy)] No, no, no, no, no, itâ??s not what you say, itâ??s what you do Youâ??re so vain, You probably think this song is about you, Donâ??t you, donâ??t you, donâ??t you, donâ??t you. Chorus [Janet & Carly] Intro [Janet] [Janet] I'm gone |