Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - Gazzliona lyrics

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] Guess who's back again I'm known to make a f**er lose oxygen Get sparked off in toxic drops of gin Wait, stop, drop it in, roll over Is what I told her, don't play games, I can't console her Hand it over to the Pro like a controller We overload her, she froze up, it was over The Pros expose her, her ex propose her They be like, "You ain't that hot", I know But they still knock my door asking 'bout Jay Hova My witness, label me, not the Cohen I got the sickness, hit this, get fixed with the quickness, right Another J, J blow like dynamite The other day, I was poor, dine I might Had nothing but a empty appetite Now I live a crazy emcee rapper life Big tings ah gwan, top shotta k** 'em every show, rank's up like Shabba Mr. Lover flow, hot off the top like lava though I'm too hot, still sk**ing the pot Turn ba** metals into gold They ain't think alchemy before I go Yummy, let me wrap up my meat then explode Who am I? The fiery Pro [Verse 2: Kirk Knight]