Young Thug - Don’t Make You Real lyrics

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Young Thug - Don’t Make You Real lyrics

–Intro: Young Thug– Diamonds on me bling Yeah, yeah, you know they –Verse 1: Young Thug– Pocket full of bread like a dinner roll Parked the [?] right into the Rolls All these diamonds wet like Cancoon ‘Bout to take my dog up like a damn balloon 40 racks inside the club I’m the tycoon Never gon one night you I put P’s in the pot, only got back a few Red diamonds flooded with Christian Loubs –Hook: Duggie– Just because you rich Don’t make you real (that’s a hundred n***a) Just because you rich Don’t make you real (that’s a hundred n***a) It’s a lotta f** n***as with money to be honest –Verse 2: Young Thug– My shawty thicker than yours My j**eler iller than yours I want my diamonds adorable (yeah) My diamonds hit from the floor I ain’t talkin’ STD, but I’m bout to takin’ the wall (takin’ the wall) I drink Act’ like I’m bored, I drink it everyday it’s a sport I got b**hes out of Aces in New York Balmain britches my gators got goosebumps Cops get off me You can see the difference in my mug shot I got my cash up, hundred duffle bags up