Doomsday Chords by Lyrical Lemonade  &  Juice WRLD  &  Cordae

[Start]

[Intro]
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Uhhuh yeahyeah
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Juice is eating a uh ice cream
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With uh lots of caramel
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I just had a a ice cream sandwich M&Ms
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On the Eminem beat ■  ironically
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Yeahyeah three years
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Uh uh ■  okay


[Verse]
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I'm the type to come in the game and just launch pain
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With a bronze frame and a tattoo of my mom's name
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This industry has nothing to offer beyond fame
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Time to take these niggas to school LeBron James
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Lesson one I'm a bad teacher who gave the class seizures
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Smash divas stash reefer in the lab freezer
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I found the reefer Cordae stashed in the back of the lab
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So I'm in class smokin' gas slappin' the class preacher
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Bring the house down on you hoes Queen Latifah
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I'm too fast gettin' this cash
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Get in the way get your brain bashed
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Chopper gon' smash hittin' your face
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I'ma tie up just like a shoe my flow laced
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Y'all niggas so fake wash your face in my showcase
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Fresher than Colgate make hoes wait I hold weight
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Bottle of rose in the Rolls drivin' with road rage
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For ten days off Xans just tryna get paid


[Chorus]
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And since the sixth grade I been great no sensei
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My rent paid for ten days 'cause my pen's great
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I smoke ten J's with two hoes that go both ways
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Funny how two plus two equals foreplay
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Speakin' of foreplay had this shit in the hallway with
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A nun on a Sunday I guess I'm just too blessed


[Verse]
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Me and my nigga Juice WRLD takin' over the universe
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You knew it first got my mom Chanel with the newest purse
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Birkin bag never hurt to ask What type of purse is that
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Something that's very fuckin' expensive I deserve to brag
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I murder tracks
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This isn't mumble it's murder rap
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Type of shit your grandma understand with her old ass
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Spend a half a million and go back and make some more cash
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The hair trigger Brazilian you would get your whole hood waxed
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See what you know about my life and my troubled past
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Took the shuttle pass
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Hit the mall I got double cash
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Copped the duffle bag
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Ten bands on my fuckin' ass that's a subtle brag
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Hi Level we be makin' moves hit the huddle fast
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Break the huddle get a sack that's a fumble on the play
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Not in my house he look like Mutombo in the face
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Leave him spinnin' like a funnel cloud with lightning and some thunder
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Like the Wizard of OZ the way we carry him away
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Carry him then bury him barbarian
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Beef with anybody even if you vegetarian
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My flow on ebola your flow just need Claritin
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Runnin' laps 'round these chaps it's embarrassin'


[Outro]
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[End]