Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crossbow , by - Aja. Release date: 29.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crossbow |
| Shots like Steph Curry, goat |
| I’m tryna be the goat, no rivals |
| That’s no Billy Idol, more like Billie Eilish |
| So stylish, my name in The Bible |
| I’m a tower like Eiffel |
| Rock white like bridals |
| Headline like titles |
| I popped like a quiz and that’s finals, hm |
| Yeah, exquisite aim |
| Yeah, if you hate for no reason |
| That’s a little lame |
| Yeah, some attention, yeah, you need it |
| And it’s all the same |
| Yeah, this game you wanna play |
| I don’t do those things |
| Yeah, fuck what you say, I’m still gettin' paid |
| I might load a crossbow to let these hoes know |
| We do big things, I ain’t fuckin' with no small talk |
| Talkin' all the things you said I wouldn’t do, that’s all talk |
| Turned that dust into some diamonds, I’m a fuckin' warlock, nigga |
| Heard my pen went summa cum laude |
| That’s 'cause I’m real, never been fried |
| Worried 'bout me, but you need to get a job |
| I got the all-seeing eye like Ra |
| See what you did, what you said |
| I leave all you hoes on read |
| I put you to sleep, no bed |
| 'Cause I roll deep with the dead |
| I’m that bittersweet mystery, symphony |
| In your mouth, I’m minty fresh, I’m Listerine |
| I’m a company and you just misery |
| Why you jittery? |
| It’s history |
| Underdogs always rise to the victory |
| Rotatin' like rotisserie, you can’t get rid of me |
| Shots like Steph Curry, goat |
| I’m tryna be the goat, no rivals |
| That’s no Billy Idol, more like Billie Eilish |
| So stylish, my name in The Bible |
| I’m a tower like Eiffel |
| Rock white like bridals |
| Headline like titles |
| I popped like a quiz and that’s finals, hm |
| Yeah, exquisite aim |
| Yeah, if you hate for no reason |
| That’s a little lame |
| Yeah, some attention, yeah, you need it |
| And it’s all the same |
| Yeah, this game you wanna play |
| I don’t do those things |
| Yeah, fuck what you say, I’m still gettin' paid |
| I might load a crossbow to let these hoes know |
| We do big things, I ain’t fuckin' with no small talk |
| Talkin' all the things you said I wouldn’t do, that’s all talk |
| Turned that dust into some diamonds, I’m a fuckin' warlock, nigga |
| Wait, who that nigga who mad got my name in the lights |
| Wait, if I’m so wack, why your flow sound like mine? |
| Wait, I know you tryna ride this wave like a bike |
| Wait, I’m outta my sight, when I step on the mic |
| I never been all bark and no bite |
| You know they call me Rocky |
| Knockout, so you think I’m cocky |
| Roll up on you like somaki |
| Pockets full of that wasabi |
| Abu Dhabi, looking lively |
| Silly niggas need a hobby |
| No left eye, when I say I’m a Slick Rick |
| Hoes and la di da di |
| 'Scuse me? |
| I’m sorry |
| I don’t do this for nobody |
| Every track, the beat, I body |
| I’m a hunter, I embody |
| I’m hotter than the Saudi |
| Ride the beat just like a Harley |
| Better sleep with one eye open |
| Just like Illuminatis, bitch |
| Shots like Steph Curry, goat |
| I’m tryna be the goat, no rivals |
| That’s no Billy Idol, more like Billie Eilish |
| So stylish, my name in The Bible |
| I’m a tower like Eiffel |
| Rock white like bridals |
| Headline like titles |
| I popped like a quiz and that’s finals, hm |
| Yeah, exquisite aim |
| Yeah, if you hate for no reason |
| That’s a little lame |
| Yeah, some attention, yeah, you need it |
| And it’s all the same |
| Yeah, this game you wanna play |
| I don’t do those things |
| Yeah, fuck what you say, I’m still gettin' paid |
| I might load a crossbow to let these hoes know |
| We do big things, I ain’t fuckin' with no small talk |
| Talkin' all the things you said I wouldn’t do, that’s all talk |
| Turned that dust into some diamonds, I’m a fuckin' warlock, nigga |