Son Of A Gun lyrics
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Hoo hoo Thought you'd get the money too Greedy mutherfuckers Try to have your cake and eat it too You're such a romantic hero The way you dress and look yourself over It's no wonder you would ponder that image Of your greed itself in the mirror Sharp shooter into breakin hearts A baby gigolo ¨c a sex pistol Hollerin at everythin that walks No substance just small talk Know why you feelin on that girl's behind You gotta sleezy one track mind Working your work until you think you find Who's goin home with you tonight Oh, who you 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 ya gonna tell her After she discovers You don't really love her Oh, gonna be a showdown Knock down ¨c drag out Gunslinger 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 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 nigga news Not me sucher I'll bnever be your lover I'd rather make you suffer You stupid mutherfucker Oh, who you 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 ya gonna tell her After she discovers You don't really love her Oh, gonna be a showdown Knock down ¨c drag out Gunslinger 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 Don't you Ha ha Hoo hoo Thought you'd get the money too Greedy mutherfuckers Try to have your cake and eat it too Gotta chip upon your shoulder I just knocked it off Show me what you gonna do I ain't bout to run You have just run out of ammunition Shootin blanks now You son of a gun Oh, who you 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 ya gonna tell her After she discovers You don't really love her Oh, gonna be a showdown Knock down ¨c drag out Gunslinger 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 Don't you
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