Are we girls at our best or are we just fucking it all up bro style, with a doo doo on the side and our gold earrings in, we could be anyone, we could go to any club, we could be the best person in all of Los Angeles, we could ride down the street with rims so big we would need child labor to spin them all night. With our arms hanging out the windows of the front doors and our friends bodies half hanging out the back, we own the night and we own Ventura Blvd and fuck all you little shits that get in our way as we barrel toward our own fates in the midst of a hot June night that will forever ruin us.
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