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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeSon of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You) (feat. Carly Simon)
(Chant)Hoo hooThought you'd get the money tooGreedy mutherfuckersTry to have your cakeAnd eat it tooSharp shooter into breakin' heartsA baby gigolo - a sex pistolHollerin' at everything that walksNo substance just small talkKnow why you feelin' on that girl's behindYou gotta sleezy one track mindWorkin' your work until you think you findWho's goin' home with you tonight(B-section)Oh, who give it toWho you gonna steal it fromWho's your next victimOh, who you gonna lie toWho you gonna cheat onWho you gonna leave aloneOh, what ya gonna tell herAfter she discoversYou don't really love herOh, gonna be a showdownKnock down - drag outGunslinger shoot 'em up(Chorus)I betcha think this song is about you (x4)Don't you (x4)(Chant)Sweatin' me but I'm not your typeYou think you irk me and you're so rightI'd rather keep the trash and throw you outStupid bitch in my beach houseNaw I ain't gone go and act a foolAnd be lead story on the nigga newsNot me suckerI'll never be your loverI'm gonna make you sufferYou stupid mutherfucker(B-section)(Chorus)(Chant)(Bridge)Gotta chip upon your shoulderI just knocked it offShow me what you gonna doI ain't 'bout to runYou have just run out of ammunition Shootin' blanks nowYou son of a gun(B-section)(Chorus)
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