Lyrics KELLY ROWLAND - Esquire

We all took ells in 2020
But praise God, pour the henny
My wishing well full of jewels, never pennies
I pray my enemies get buried, forever petty
Dark skinned shorty she rollin′ looking like Kelly
Left me shook like Iverson
Her hair longer than the Irishman
Her back shaped like a Violin
Shellac nails they was Violet
Damn she grabbed the stick without stalling
She was bad like Stalin
Yo this destiny, divine trajectory
This year love was almost the death of me
Yet she still brought out the best of me
Might still tell the voodoo priest
To poke her effigy for disrespecting me
I speak softly
But don't be fooled I never move off beat
Double tap those that double cross me
And talk expansion in the mansion lobby
Dawg I was born saucy
Of course I′m feeling bossy as Ross be