Juice WRLD – Doomsday Ft. Cordae

Juice WRLD & Cordae Doomsday Mp3 Download

Juice WRLD, the multi-talented artist and esteemed songwriter is back with another remarkable release titled “Doomsday ” This sensational track showcases Juice WRLD’s immense musical abilities and ability to effortlessly captivate listeners.

However, the magic doesn’t stop there, as the song features a special guest appearance from Cordae. With his exceptional talent, Cordae contributes remarkable lyrics and verses, elevating the song to an extraordinary level of excellence. Prepare to be enthralled as Juice WRLD and Cordae join forces to deliver a musical masterpiece that sets a new standard in the industry.

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Doomsday Lyrics by Juice WRLD

[Intro: Cordae & Juice WRLD]
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

[Verse: Cordae & Juice WRLD]
I’m the type to come in the game and just launch pain
With LeBron’s frame and a tattoo of my mom’s name
This industry has nothing 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
You niggas so fake, wash your face in my showcase
Fresher than Colgate, make hoes 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 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
And on the Sunday, I guess I’m just too blessed (Woah, ayy)
Me and 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
High 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, its embarrassin’