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Doomsday

Lyrical Lemonade, Juice WRLD & Cordae
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[00:01.41] Uh-huh, yeah-yeah

[00:05.83] Juice is eating a, uh, ice cream

[00:08.48] With, uh, lots of caramel (bitch)

[00:10.34] I just had a ice cream sandwich, M&Ms

[00:15.01] On a Eminem beat, ironically

[00:18.20] Yeah-yeah, three years

[00:21.56] Uh, uh, okay

[00:23.15] I'm the type to come in the game and just launch pain

[00:25.54] With a bronze frame and a tattoo of my mom's name

[00:27.94] This industry has nothing to offer beyond fame

[00:30.85] Time to take these niggas to school, LeBron James

[00:33.24] Lesson one, I'm a bad teacher who gave the class seizures

[00:36.17] Smash divas, stash reefer in the lab freezer

[00:38.22] I found the reefer Cordae stashed in the back of the lab

[00:40.88] So I'm in class, smokin' gas, slappin' the class preacher

[00:43.79] Bring the house down on you hoes, Queen Latifah

[00:45.91] I'm too fast, gettin' this cash

[00:47.77] Get in the way, get your brain bashed

[00:49.37] Chopper gon' smash, hittin' your face

[00:50.98] I'ma tie up, just like a shoe, my flow laced

[00:53.62] Y'all niggas so fake, wash your face in my showcase

[00:56.28] Fresher than Colgate, make hoes wait, I hold weight

[00:58.67] Bottle of Rosé in the Rolls, drivin' with road rage

[01:01.32] For ten days, off Xans, just tryna get paid

[01:03.98] And since the sixth grade I been great, no sensei

[01:06.54] My rent paid for ten days 'cause my pen's great

[01:09.19] I smoke ten Js with two hoes that go both ways

[01:11.60] Funny how two plus two equals foreplay

[01:14.79] Speakin' of foreplay, had this shit in the hallway with

[01:16.91] A nun on Sunday, I guess I'm just too blessed (whoa, ayy)

[01:19.75] Me and my nigga Juice WRLD takin' over the Universe

[01:22.15] You knew it first, got my mom Chanel with the newest purse

[01:25.08] Birkin bag, never hurt to ask, "What type of purse is that?"

[01:27.37] Something that's very fuckin' expensive, I deserve to brag

[01:30.03] I murder tracks, this isn't mumble, it's murder rap

[01:32.68] Type of shit your grandma understand with her old ass

[01:35.08] Spend a half a million, then go back and make some more cash

[01:37.73] The hair trigger Brazilian, you would get your whole hood waxed

[01:39.24] See, what you know about my life and my troubled past?

[01:41.64] Took the shuttle pass, hit the mall, I got double cash, copped the duffle bag

[01:45.09] Ten bands on my fuckin' ass, that's a subtle brag

[01:47.75] Hi Level, we be makin' moves, hit the huddle fast, ah

[01:50.40] Break the huddle, get a sack, that's a fumble on the play

[01:52.79] Not in my house, he look like Mutombo in the face

[01:55.72] Leave him spinnin' like a funnel cloud with lightning and some thunder

[01:58.11] Like the Wizard of O-Z, the way we carry him away (uh)

[02:00.76] Carry him, then bury him, barbarian

[02:03.34] Beef with anybody, even if you vegetarian

[02:05.99] My flow on ebola, your flow just need Claritin

[02:08.81] Runnin' laps 'round these chaps, it's embarrassin'