Letra de Son of a gun (remix) corregida

Ha ha, hoo hoo thought you´d get the money too
greedy mother**kers try to have your cake and eat it too

(I) changed all the credit cards
(and) switched the lock to all my doors (hehehe)
you thought my heart would be destroyed (mmmm)
look around Cuz I?m chilling boy (hehehe)
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, ya gonna be broke you know
isn?t know you way 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 way, 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 slump, bump, son of a gun
and a, how much your worth?

I think negative don
sharp shooter into breakin hearts
a baby gigolo, a sex pistol
holler in´ at everything that walks
no substance just small talk
know why you feeling on that girl´s behind
you gotta sleezy - one track mind
working your work until you think you find
who´s going home with you tonight

oh (oh), who you give it to
who you gonna steal it from
who´s your next victim (the right, like)
oh (oh), who you gonna lie to
who you gonna cheat on
who you gonna leave alone (that´s what I?m talking about)
oh (oh), what ya gonna tell her
after she discovers
you don´t really love her
oh (oh), gonna be a showdown
knock down drag out
gunslinger shoot ´em up (shoot em´ up)
[chorus: Janet & carly {p. diddy}]
I betcha think this song is about you {who you talkin´ ´bout?}
I betcha think this song is about you {who you talking´ ´bout?}
I betcha think this song is about you (yeah, yeah) {who you
talkin´ ´bout?}
I betcha think this song is about you
don´t you {who you talkin´ ´bout?}
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 n***a news
not me sucker
I?ll never be your lover
I?m gonna make you suffer
you stupid mutherf**Ker (ok baby?)

oh (oh), who you give it to
who you gonna steal it from
who´s your next victim (the right, like)
oh (oh), who you gonna lie to
who you gonna cheat on
who you gonna leave alone (that´s what I?m talking about)
oh (oh), what ya gonna tell her
after she discovers
you don´t really love her
oh (oh), gonna be a showdown
knock down drag out
gunslinger shoot ´em up (shoot em´ up)
[chorus: Janet & carly {p. diddy}]
I betcha think this song is about you {who you talkin´ ´bout?}
I betcha think this song is about you {who you talking´ ´bout?}
I betcha think this song is about you (yeah, yeah) {who you
talkin´ ´bout?}
I betcha think this song is about you
don´t you {who you talkin´ ´bout?}
don´t you
don´t you
don´t you

you must a thought you had game like n***a what
walk around like you down, you don´t give a f**k
cause you don´t really want beef until you hit the streets
see, I ma lover, not a fighter but I?ll crack ya teeth
boy, plea plea nah...don´t bother me
cause when you had me, you ain´t know how at chill wit´ me
but now you up on dem knees, still jacking me
but I ma say it real real, keep it real
what da deal, how ya feel, is it ill, is it sick
(misdemeanor!!!!!!!!!!)
cause I da deal, still here with appeal and it´s real
don´t front cause boy I da shit
I?m doing better with out you, playa
and I?m happy without you, playa
[missy rapping]
and this song is about you, playa
muthaf**kin´ son of a gun (Janet)

[bridge: Janet (missy)]
gotta chip upon your shoulder
I just knocked it off (oh)
show me what you gonna do (uh)
I ain´t bout to run (uh)
you have just run out of ammunition (n***a right here)
shooting blanks now (uh)
you son of a gun