Mickey Factz Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #053

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Mickey Factz Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #053

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[Verse: Mickey Factz] Look Before I sauté and parlay words Gotta make sure I drink from the Heart-Shaped Herb When M see you, gloves is on, fucking awesome If you mumble, snap of the finger, I'm dusting off men Call me Rain Man, I'm Sean Kemp in the lane fam Remember that glove I had on? It's in the same hand Gary Payton, I'm in the alley with spray cans I could snipe but I'm good with the knife; that's a Blade fan You straight bland, ask my bro Kendrick he'll say 'damn' Ask Caitlyn Jenner she'll say 'man' Raw with the rap moves Steady going off with the bars, no pause, I wouldn't stall in a bathroom Your broad in a chatroom Got her in my ride she my car pet, and she treat my balls like a vacuum Suck-ups, with a lot of guilt, I got a MILF Who head just incredible, so her face got sour milk T'Challa built, vibranium my cranium Inspired, admired by aliens I'm Savion Glover, tap-dancing on it's remorseless I'm who you could not see like Auschwitz, aw shit Softness of my wife life is like a portrait I went through many valleys to get her because she's gorgeous Mickey nice on purpose Y'all worthless, more words than psalm verses Drive 'em to the morgue in car curtains Tom Ford purchase, shades got me like LeVar Burton Stick to my roots, Black Thought and Alex Haley Tell my adversaries I'm chilling in Paris daily My vocabulary is strictly imaginary I can't rap after niggas it's unsanitary I wet-wipe what you said like, it's less tight CB4, when I black y'all, it's a dead mic Check the website for some merch, I got the best price You can't beat it anywhere like an ex-wife Speaking of ex-wife, she rode me like a Ferrari but the head light Gave me the right signal and still got left like 'We going west right?' I been nice since my sneakers had a red stripe No Jamaican beer, Prada's, was my favorite gear Captain made it clear, you're sinking after your navel ear You can't stomach what I'm saying clear When assholes are wrong, then you correct 'em like anal tears My net work is stronger than cable gear That's why I'm over there eating angel hair You better say a prayer, I had a fruity threesome with two Chinese chicks, that's what I call a Asian pair Size me up, y'all small and minimal I'm double XL so check the source material Freshman cover, every metaphor is visceral Y'all got it all wrong like eating pork in Israel Every bar medicinal 11-year career so every song residual, every thought is literal My wife ring bling like it's Cascade in it Your bitch off of Backpage, you in last place livid My man got a lot of guns, he sashay wit' it Make a call have your block like Max Payne did it Man wait, I'm out here campaign living Champagne spilling all over my handmade linen Huh, Ayeisha double-jointed like she ballet women Matching Benzes, me and my wife classmates nigga Park it in front of the club, we ain't valeting it Whip looking like I just left the Batcave in it Y-3 sandals in the shade, fire, candle to the flames Niggas like the Joker, all that Kiki-ing have your opp Shiggy-dancing on your grave Bruh, this a sample of the wave Ran through every stage, water burst, running hurts Train to be holy, saying Jesus, Shuttlesworth He got game like Dre in '05 Hate it or love it this what the greatest provide Low tide, I'm chilling on the [?] boat ride Got your girl so wet, I could make her blow-dry Here, she can't swim but your lady nose dive Don't worry, trust me, 'cause the babies don't cry Wait, I'm so fly I could make a clothes line Mad jackets in my closet, I could lace a coke drive Hater, ghostwriter getting paid on both sides Rapper, I'm at your neck like I made your bow tie No, major cosign I'm on top of the polls Nuttin' like a stripper ceiling but I got it exposed Bars, Royce told me stop responding to trolls Just acknowledge ya' goals and all ya' positive roles Not to mention, we know the Book of Ryan is cold I told my agent wanna go with Elzhi on the road Yo DNA, I'm a matchmaker next Mark ya' calendar, ya' ass got a date with death Clear ya' earwax you hear that? All the people in the LA streets said it ain't fair- facts!

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