A song made by Fem
A song made by Fem
Intro
A-Cha-Pio! Omo, it's your day!
Fifty years of greatness, eh!
Verse 1
From Ijanikin days to the top, no cap
A-Charu dey slay every single track
Quarter century we dey roll together
FGCL memories, bond forever
Sahara to First Bank, she no dey quit
Corporate communications, she fit it fit
Roda Statement leather, that's her side thing
Fashionista flex, she got that bling
Why you look so fresh at fifty, why?
Every bag, every fit, every vibe so fly
Person no go age like this, e no easy
A-Cha-Pio, you dey make us sleepy (in awe)
Chorus
A-Cha-Pio, A-Cha-Pio!
Fifty years of pure gold, pio!
March sixteenth, we celebrate you
The baddest fashionista in the whole crew
A-Cha-Pio, A-Cha-Pio!
Fifty years of pure gold, pio!
Leather, style, and corporate grace
You scatter every room that you grace!
Verse 2
Twenty-five years of ride-or-die vibes
Ijanikin crew, we all testify
Your wardrobe alone could start a war
But you too classy, we can't ignore
First Bank know say you're the real thing
Corporate queen with that executive ring
Roda leather got the whole VI talking
Every bag got your name, people walking
Adire, ankara, leather, and gold
A-Charu, your story never getting old
Happy birthday to the queen, the real MVP
Fifty and thriving, that's the recipe!
Chorus
A-Cha-Pio, A-Cha-Pio!
Fifty years of pure gold, pio!
March sixteenth, we celebrate you
The baddest fashionista in the whole crew
A-Cha-Pio, A-Cha-Pio!
Fifty years of pure gold, pio!
Leather, style, and corporate grace
You scatter every room that you grace!
Outro
A-Cha-Pio! Fifty and fabulous!
Sahara to First Bank, roda leather, legend status!
Happy birthday, sis! E choke!