Doomsday (Explicit) - Lyrical Lemonade/Juice WRLD/Cordae

Lyrics by：Max Lord/Lyrical Lemonade/Jarad Higgins/Cordae Dunston/Melvin Charles Bradford/Marshall Mathers/Andre Young

Composed by：Max Lord/Lyrical Lemonade/Jarad Higgins/Cordae Dunston/Melvin Charles Bradford/Marshall Mathers/Andre Young

Produced by：Max Lord/Cole Bennett

Uh-huh yeah-yeah

Juice is eating a uh ice cream

With uh lots of caramel

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I just had a ice cream sandwich M&Ms

On a Eminem beat ironically

Yeah-yeah three years

Uh uh okay

I'm the type to come in the game and just launch pain

With a bronze frame and a tattoo of my mom's name

This industry has nothin' to offer beyond fame

Time to take these niggas to school LeBron James

Lesson one I'm 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 I'm in class smokin' gas slappin' the class preacher

Bring the house down on you h*es Queen Latifah

I'm too fast gettin' this cash

Get in the way get your brain bashed

Chopper gon' smash hittin' your face

I'ma tie up just like a shoe my flow laced

Y'all niggas so fake wash your face in my showcase

Fresher than Colgate make h*es wait I hold weight

Bottle of Rosé in the 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 pen's great

I smoke ten J's with two h*es that go both ways

Funny how two plus two equals foreplay

Speakin' of foreplay had this **** in the hallway with

A nun on Sunday I guess I'm just too blessed

Woah ayy

Me and my n***a 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 that's very ******* expensive I deserve to brag

I murder tracks this isn't mumble it's murder rap

Type of **** your grandma understand with her old a*s

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 ******* a*s that's a subtle brag

Hi Level we be makin' moves hit the huddle fast ah

Break the huddle get a sack that's 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 O-Z 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 it's embarrassin'