“And you’ve got a lot of my leather upholstery on your pants,” Doja replied, her voice a silk-wrapped blade. “I’m not here for an apology. I’m here for the keys. And maybe the watch.”
The enforcer laughed, a wet, ugly sound. He signaled his men. They closed in—suits tight, knuckles cracked. Doja Cat - Boss Btch (from Birds of Prey: The Album)
“Next time,” she said, checking the time on her new accessory, “check the registration. I don't do carpools.” “And you’ve got a lot of my leather
The neon lights of Gotham didn’t just glow; they bled into the puddles of the Diamond District. Inside ‘The Gilded Cage,’ the air smelled of expensive gin and impending property damage. ” Doja replied