Wón kí gbe
Kábíyèsí ooooo
As her staff hits the ground
She struts
Commanding respect
Without words
Her attire
Regal
Refracting light
As her subjects bow
In respect
Wón kí gbe
Kábíyèsí ooooo
As she sits
On her throne
Adorned in gold
Her skin
Glistens
Her smile
Radiates
Kábíyèsí ooo
Long may she live
Ìsèkèrè in hand,
She beckons to her otun
The beads around her wrist, tinkling
What is this insolence? That, that small embarrassment of a village, Aake
Is planning to obtain my land?
She smiles, it begins small
A crooked smile
An evil smile
Then she laughs
A hoarse laughter
Deep throated, from within her belly
Resonating around the throne room
Then she stops
Abruptly, as if she never started
Pin drop silence
Staring ahead
“Ama rún won wélé wélé”
We would teach them
That mice should cower in the presence of lions
Wón kí gbe
Kábíyèsí ooooo
Kí Adé pé lórí
Kí bàtà pé lésè
Kí ìrùkèrè pé lówó
YAAS QUEEN!!!
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