Letra de Doomsday - Lyrical Lemonade

(Feat. Juice WRLD, Cordae)

Uh-huh, yeah-yeah

Juice is eating a, uh, ice cream

With, uh, lots of caramel (Bitch)

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 hoes, 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 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 pen's great

I smoke ten J's 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 I'm 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 that's very fuckin' expensive, I deserve to brag

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

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