Man Come True Like by Yungen Lyrics
[Intro]
You know them ones
[Hook]
Man come true on a madting, man come true on a hype
My bro come true with that hand ting, roll up on you on a bike
If man come true he ain't acting, if you see them man it's on sight
Man know it's a madting sad ting
But the dogdem do what they like
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow
[Verse]
Yo, true say man is a sweet boy
Man must think I'm some neek boy
True say a man wears skinny jeans, don't get it twisted, that's a decoy
Man know I'm really from the streets boy
Got man in the Bricks and the Heath boy
Roll up in that rabbit fur, you would think a man's Leroy
Tell me something
Tell a fuckboy that he ain't on nuttin
Man's even got badgirl in my ends, all now we ain't got is cousins
[?] rolled up and he's buzzing
If you ever see that, something needs tucking
You better think about what you're chucking
You ain't got gloves but he ain't on something
[Hook]
Man come true on a madting, man come true on a hype
My bro come true with that hand ting, roll up on you on a bike
If man come true he ain't acting, if you see them man it's on sight
Man know it's a madting sad ting
But the dogdem do what they like
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow
[Verse 2]
Yo, man come true in that Range
Made Big Man look at me strange
Make big women want my number, I beat it then that gets changed
Tell a fuckboy 'stay in your lane'
Us mandem ain't come for no fame
Got one shooter up front from Tottenham, he don't kick ball, he just sells cocaine
You know them ones
[Hook]
Man come true on a madting, man come true on a hype
My bro come true with that hand ting, roll up on you on a bike
If man come true he ain't acting, if you see them man it's on sight
Man know it's a madting sad ting
But the dogdem do what they like
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow
[Verse]
Yo, true say man is a sweet boy
Man must think I'm some neek boy
True say a man wears skinny jeans, don't get it twisted, that's a decoy
Man know I'm really from the streets boy
Got man in the Bricks and the Heath boy
Roll up in that rabbit fur, you would think a man's Leroy
Tell me something
Tell a fuckboy that he ain't on nuttin
Man's even got badgirl in my ends, all now we ain't got is cousins
[?] rolled up and he's buzzing
If you ever see that, something needs tucking
You better think about what you're chucking
You ain't got gloves but he ain't on something
[Hook]
Man come true on a madting, man come true on a hype
My bro come true with that hand ting, roll up on you on a bike
If man come true he ain't acting, if you see them man it's on sight
Man know it's a madting sad ting
But the dogdem do what they like
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow
Man come true like blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow
[Verse 2]
Yo, man come true in that Range
Made Big Man look at me strange
Make big women want my number, I beat it then that gets changed
Tell a fuckboy 'stay in your lane'
Us mandem ain't come for no fame
Got one shooter up front from Tottenham, he don't kick ball, he just sells cocaine