Reputations On the Line Lyrics & Tabs by Kevin Gates
Reputations On the Line
guitar chords lyrics
Reputation's on the line Watch me go for mine
Say watch me go for mine
Uncoordinated according to the accordion,
Player with the tight squeeze compressing the keys
Making the mic scream
Uncoordinated according to the accordion,
Player with the tight squeeze compressing the keys
Making the mic scream
BBC jeans, what you mean, you know ice cream
This the thing for this evening
Please give me a reason
But hold up, nevermind for ever fly that is I
Someone else you'll never find anyone else should never try
I'm the guy, try to bolt me to the floor
I came from under that
Someone else you'll never find anyone else should never try
I'm the guy, try to bolt me to the floor
I came from under that
Vibrant colors, street related dying over violent colors
Striving to be better than I used to be
Usually I speak the truth for fools who've been confusing me
Food for my platoon to eat enthused with opportunity
Put that on my soon to be symbolizing unity
Bread winners association built this off influencing,
Niggas with figures to come together
You know, you and me, him and her
Matching beamer coupes that say his and hers
Self respect break apart the image when it isn't yours.
Reputation's on the line Watch me go for mine
Say watch me go for mine
UFO's, are awkward
Unidentified flying objects
Or ejected special weapons out the cockpit of the chopper
AR-15 with the emp beam
Don't tempt me, it's tempting
My orange juice, is simply, delicious
GOT LEAN IN IT
This green shit i set on fire, And inhale, got me lifted
I'm so hood, I am that, you talk stupid get blamed at
This new car drove too far got two broads who love gates
Relationship, love hate, two mistakes can't budge fate
Stomach pudgy, both of them got something in it, they tummies for me – (not sure)
Guess that I'm a father, I got twins, gotta win
No pretending this that peterpan
Give a fiend a gram
Watch how easily it leave her hand, guess she need it bad
I ain't got it now she leavin' mad, all I do is stare
I don't comprehend, its a condition, i don't even care
Money right, my feelings ice, I'm Donald Trump when it's precise
Skinny nigga brought up right with a big nose dyn-o-mite
Reputation's on the line Watch me go for mine
Say watch me go for mine
Reputation's on the line
