Dirty Work Grafh & 38 Spesh

[Intro: Grafh]
Shit
I wanna party, too
I wanna dance
I wanna salsa
Haha (Uh)

[Chorus: Grafh]
Somebody gotta do the dirty work
Somebody gotta do the dirty work
We can’t all make music for the club, can we?
Ha, somebody gotta do the dirty work
Somebody gotta do the dirty work
Somebody gotta do the dirty work
We can’t all make music for the club, love
A-ha, somebody gotta do the dirty work (Ay, ay, I said)

[Verse 1: Grafh]
Hit em with the milli-millimeter, dead em
Cold turkey, thanksgiving dinner in the freezer
I’m with the killer, with the trigger, with the fever
I spent your college tuition on my sneakеr
Nigga, my liver twisted, sipping liquor by the litrе
Smoking big blunts, looking like a chicken for heater
Gripping the Nina, filthy but cleaner
Bet that I’m (?), dressed in Italian like a chicken Caesar
Drippin’ in ether, like bldow
Queens, motherfucker
Keep it cool, don’t make a scene, motherfucker
I keep a tool, but I can turn it into a shotty
It’s a robbery, but I can turn it into a body
It’s a shootout, you tryna turn it into karate
Now I’m getting money, they say I’m turning Illuminati
I’m dirty
Dope gang niggas in the trap
Statue Of Liberty sitting on my lap, New York (Uh)