Blaq Poet, Panchi, Imani Montana - Stretch Marks & Cigarette Burns lyrics

Woo han what
Who han, Woo han what up niggas
It's crazy yo Panchi
Call Sha call Premo
Tell them let's meet in the club yo

I came in the club with a couple of goons
We was already drunk, now we're smoking the
Little shorty on the stage, she was wilding
Dancing
Whole motherfucking crowd screaming, chanting
"Move something, shake something
Break something, bitch" i was like "Oh shit
What the fuck they're saying?"
But shorty don't care 'cause she
Had these niggas paying
Had them niggas laying out all their bread
Had them niggas standing on
Their motherfucking head
Had them niggas waiting on
Line for their turn
Niggas love stretch marks and cigarette burns

"Move something, shake something
Break something, bitch"
I was like, "Oh shit
What the fuck they're saying?"
Stretch marks and cigarette burns
"Move something, shake something
Break something, bitch" i was like
("Yo, what the fuck are they yelling?")
Stretch marks and cigarette burns

Yo this is for my bitches in
The shelters who don't need shelter
You're just doing that shit for a crib
And all my bad little bitches
If your baby father hit you
Stick that ice cold knife in his ribs
And all my bitches pimp the system
Tell your workers
Fuck that, you gon' have more kids
And you ain't have them 'cause
You need them, but now, you got to feed them
So you figure that your ass gonna strip
In the club setting, niggas dancing
Bra sweating
As the bass booms, more sweat consumes
And you wonder how thousands can
Fit in a room
The speakers is bumping 'til it damn near pop
These hoes is dancing 'til
They damn near drop
But, I sit back and observe the whole scenery
And nonchalantly tell you what it mean to me
The filer says no boots and jeans
I'm in the back blowing trees
Dipped in army fatigues
Little bitch on my back, when will I learn
Not to fuck with stretch
Marks and cigarette burns

("Yo, what the fuck are they yelling?")

"Move something, shake something
Break something, bitch"
I was like, "Oh shit
What the fuck they're saying?"
Stretch marks and cigarette burns
"Move something, shake something
Break something, bitch" i was like
("Yo, what the fuck are they yelling?")
Stretch marks and cigarette burns

Got love bitches
Sliding down the pole bitches
Twelve to four bitches, don't matter
You're my bitches
Stretch marks and cigarette burns, alright
Bitches
Can't knock your grind, live your life
Bitches
Get money, be the best at what you do
Cocksucker want to judge, tell them
Motherfuck you you done mastered the art
Of this seduction shit
See homie came tonight but hopes
He can fuck your shit
Nigga screaming we don't love them hoes
Type to question why dance to her pole
But he fucking with but
She buying him clothes telling ass nigga
G's don't take you on the road
In tune with the soul, can't tell me nothing
Have a man lick it up, fronting
Who you think you fooling
Look at you drooling
Love what's she doing, what is she doing
Top on the pole, thick, legs in a split
Working her way down like
She's riding your dick
Now you want to lick every
Burn and stretch marks
What else can I say, we the best, ma