A song made by Grace A.
A song made by Grace A.
Intro
Ibi! Ibi! E choke!
Court wedding soon, make we talk!
Verse 1
Ibi my sista, you dey shine like new money,
But abeg, chop your food well well,
Don't come to court looking like the groom carry you,
Your legs need strength to dance the whole night through,
See this babe, so sweet, so loving sef,
But she no dey chop her vegetables at all at all,
Your man dey pamper you like baby girl,
Now it's time to take care of yourself for real, nwannem!
Chorus
Ibi, Ibi, bride of the season,
Court wedding next month, here's the reason,
Chop your food, do your workout, no wahala,
So you can dance and scatter Ibi, Ibi!
Your man's waiting, looking fresh and ready,
But you gotta keep your body strong and steady,
Ibi! The sweetest babe in Lagos town,
Court wedding coming, wear your finest gown!
Verse 2
E no get shame—your guy loves you well well,
But babe, love yourself first, abeg abeg,
Gym, water, sleep, fruits and jollof rice,
So you fit dance from morning until the sun rise,
Wahala come, you go handle am small small,
With that glow and that grace and that loving heart,
Ibi and her man, omo, couple goals for real,
But bride, you gotta feel yourself to seal the deal!
Outro
Ibi! Take care of yourself, sha,
Court wedding glow incoming,
E choke!