Yungen - Man Come True Like 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 f**boy 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 f**boy '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 c**aine