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Doomsday

Juice WRLD

Doomsday lyrics

Intro Cordae Juice WRLD Uhhuh yeahyeah Juice is eating a uh ice cream With uh lots of caramel Bitch I just had a ice cream sandwich MMs On a Eminem beat ironically Yeahyeah three years Uh uh okay   Verse Cordae Juice WRLD Im the type to come in the game and just launch pain With a bronze frame and a tattoo of my moms name This industry has nothin to offer beyond fame Time to take these niggas to school LeBron James Lesson one Im a bad teacher who gave the class seizures Smash divas stash reefer in the lab freezer I found the reefer Cordae stashed in the back of the lab So Im in class smokin gas slappin the class preacher Bring the house down on you hoes Queen Latifah Im too fast gettin this cash Get in the way get your brain bashed Chopper gon smash hittin your face Ima tie up just like a shoe my flow laced Yall niggas so fake wash your face in my showcase Fresher than Colgate make hoes wait I hold weight Bottle of Rosé in a Rolls drivin with road rage For ten days off Xans just tryna get paid And since the sixth grade I been great no sensei My rent paid for ten days cause my pens great I smoke ten Js with two hoes that go both ways Funny how two plus two equals foreplay Speakin of foreplay had this shit in the hallway with A nun on Sunday I guess Im just too blessed Woah ayy Me and my nigga Juice WRLD takin over the Universe You knew it first got my mom Chanel with the newest purse Birkin bag never hurt to ask What type of purse is that Something thats very fuckin expensive I deserve to brag I murder tracks this isnt mumble its murder rap Type of shit your grandma understand with her old ass Spend a half a million then go back and make some more cash The hair trigger Brazilian you would get your whole hood waxed See what you know about my life and my troubled past Took the shuttle pass hit the mall I got double cash copped the duffle bag Ten bands on my fuckin ass thats a subtle brag High Level we be makin moves hit the huddle fast ah Break the huddle get a sack thats a fumble on the play Not in my house he look like Mutombo in the face Leave him spinnin like a funnel cloud with lightning and some thunder Like the Wizard of OZ the way we carry him away Uh Carry him then bury him barbarian Beef with anybody even if you vegetarian My flow on ebola your flow just need Claritin Runnin laps round these chaps its embarrassin