We are wives—real ones, ride or die!!!
Hold it down, no questions why.
We kiss, we tease, we take our time.
Leave you breathless, drunk on our wine.

Thugs in heels, soft but mean
Gold hoops glinting, walking queens.
Warm like spice in your mother’s stew,
But cross us once? That’s strike two.

We talk sweet, but don’t be fooled!
We know the game and set the rules.
Hands that soothe with lips that sting,
Taste like honey and burn like gin.

From Galloway blocks to the Bluffs so high,
We chase our dreams, we touch the sky.
Scarborough girls—don’t play or test.
Full package, baby!!!!!!!! We are the best.

BIG UP YUH CHEST!