Gucci On My Lyrics: Ransom, Ransom, Ransom, Ransom / Mike WiLL Made-It (Ransom) / Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga / Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga / Rollie bust down, drippin [Hook: Gucci Mane] A nigga just front me 10 keys I’mma run up on a nigga on feet Gotta get back on my feet Choppa knock a nigga off of his feet Jump a nigga, stomp his ass with my feet Red bottoms on the bottom of my cleats The only nigga in a Phantom on feets Touch me and you’ll be 6 feet deep Feet! Gucci on my Feet Lyrics: Ice on my wrist don’t sweat it / Ripped jeans yeah that's fitted / Lined up fuck wit’ my credit / Yo bitch don’t suck I just hit it [aye] / Bitch on my dick like where? in my gucci flip flops yeah i’m bout it uhh and i’m roudy yeah i know haters gonna talk but they don’t want no problems yeah rollie on my arm gucci gucci on my belt fendi on my face please stay out of my face yeah i’m fresh to death i can live no other way spending all these racks coz i got expensive taste. My dress code is elevated, No one can do it better. Gucci shoes on my feet, when I hit the scene, I'm drippin' We killin' everybody, bitch, I can't leave a witness Shootin' at that nigga mama, we gon' spare the children The single was released in December 2009 and was produced by Bangladesh. From the hat on my head to the shoes on my feet Every garment on my body, man, it come from overseas In them 'partments I was raised I sold like 50,000 P's You want Gucci on your song, that's at least a hundred G's Wop Gotta get back on my feet Choppa knock a nigga off of his feet Jump a nigga stunt, cuz that's where my feet Red bottoms on the bottom of my cleats The only nigga in a Phantom on feets Touch me and you'll be 6 feet deep (Verse) Apply pressure, got that neck, I got my foot on it V12 car, got my foot on it Gucci cleats on my feet (on yo feet?) [Chorus:] Gucci this, Gucci that Gucci everything [x3] Gold Gucci Lyrics: Tha Supreme, damn, Noone / Damn I got this Guccis on my feet are gold / Shootin all these mothafuckers for my goal / Tried to be the Goofy but you know Thagodd / Always leave em Gucci on my... lyrics. So ATL what you know about me? Lyrics to 'Make Love' by Gucci Mane. "Lemonade" is the third official single by American rapper, Gucci Mane from his sixth studio album The State vs. Radric Davis.

I’m showin my feet, Louie flip flops, I’m way in Dubai (it’s Gucci) [Hook:] A nigga there front me 10 keys I’mma run up on a nigga on feet Gotta get back on my feet Choppa knock a nigga off of his feet Jump a nigga stunt, cuz that’s where my feet Red bottoms on the bottom of my cleats The only nigga in a Phantom on feets 808 Mafia! I'm showin my feet, Louie flip flops, I'm way in Dubai (it's Gucci) [Hook:] A nigga there front me 10 keys I'm a run up on a nigga on feet Gotta get back on my feet Choppa knock a nigga off of his feet Jump a nigga stunt, cause that's where my feet Red bottoms on the bottom of my cleats The only nigga in a Phantom on feets Touch me and you'll be 6 feet deep My little man was on the corner with the clink clink Gold bank, roll 8, gold links Whole gang hold weight [Chorus: YG] I just bought my band drums and that **** came with the drum Do a ***** fast like And-1, I need a bag then and some Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh I hop out the tub, my feet land on Gucci …

Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it's Gucci) Rollie bust down, drippin' on my clothes, nigga (it's Gucci) Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it drip) I’m showin my feet, Louie flip flops, I’m way in Dubai (it’s Gucci) [Hook:] A nigga there front me 10 keys I’mma run up on a nigga on feet Gotta get back on my feet Choppa knock a nigga off of his feet Jump a nigga stunt, cuz that’s where my feet Red bottoms on the bottom of my cleats The only nigga in a Phantom on feets Uh, Gucci Wanna make love, love, love King of the skreets And when these suckas see me, they should bow to my feet Gold Gucci Lyrics: Tha Supreme, damn, Noone / Damn I got this Guccis on my feet are gold / Shootin all these mothafuckers for my goal / Tried to be the Goofy but you know Thagodd / Always leave em Please stay out of my face Yeah I'm fresh to death I can live no other way Spending all these racks Coz i got expensive taste Rollie on my arm Gucci gucci on my belt Fendi on my face Please stay out of my face Yeah I'm fresh to death I can live no other way Spending all these racks Coz i got expensive taste I just copped versace Big ballin is my hobby Just hopped outta da Lambo Then … Gucci shoes on my feet, when I hit the scene, I'm drippin' We killin' everybody, bitch, I can't leave a witness Shootin' at that nigga mama, we gon' spare the children I just …