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basement guys - grand 26 lyrics

[intro]
huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

[chorus]
workin’ the fries make me slit my wrists (pfft)
my d+ck floppy, like disk
natenate’s popping his ass like a cyst
taeghan, i know that you’re on that list
tomasso, i want to f+ck your sweaty pits (boop, boop, boop)
my crotch hurt ’cause i just did the splits
shovin’ my d+ck in a bag of chips
bas+m+nt guys takeover in the grand twenty+six

[verse 1]
twenty+ twenty+ twenty+ twenty+twenty+six and my first body’s harry styles
i’ve been a looper, see it in the trials
guckin’ webs, guckin’ like miles
i’m on the web, taeghan in the files
black bar
toppin’ your sh+t like a navbar
josh, strum my p+b+s like a guitar
b+tch, i’m the golden boy, b+tch, i’m the scar
b+tch, i’m the carson, josh is the star
i’ve got a mini tomasso in a jar
screamin’ at femboys like admiral ackbar
i’m in a nascar, this ain’t a game
i can’t loop; taeghan’s to blame
i got a glock, must be a shame
i’m in the bed, b+tch, say my name, “natenate”
if your life’s a game then i’m the pause b+tton
just stole some louis v’, pop out with the dogs struttin’
i spun the block and i got the opps nuttin’
it’s twenty+six but we still got glovin’
taeghan’s still mclovin
they put tariffs on guckin’ (guckin’)
[verse 2]
it’s the big twenty+six, i’m jerkin’ my sh+t (dude, i need to wipe better)
eatin’ his ass like a bag of twix
slime nate’s cat, josh got fake ricks
tomasso awake; i’m gonna be sick (eugh)
tomasso asleep; pizza on my tip
f+ck, it’s the big twenty+six
new swag, new album, nate’s still takin d+ck
ugh, i’m still dockin’ dudes
hit up tomasso for nudes
pistol whip him ’cause he asked for lube
my d+ck in lloyd’s mouth, i told him to chew
we smokin’ ice, nate’s smokin’ cubes
aw, f+ck, my piercing hole closed
bas+m+nt guys; we all got chodes
dc, sponsor me, i’ll take off my clothes
f+ck you joshua, you’re a lil’ ho
suckin’ the faz+vape; i’m gonna blow
i’m in the bathroom dockin’ my bro
guck ’till my sh+t all on my clothes
ew, gross
who made the beat? xymneo
f+ckin’ on josh ’cause he made the beat, er
i’m in the car, b’ guys on my speakers
i jerk off, then nut on my sneakers
[verse 3]
nathaniel cooke’s a woman beater
boiling ruby, then i eat her
dissin’ me like you’re at your lowest, no peter
b+tch, i heard taeghan’s a “peter file”
natenate, you look like your name is lyle
open the folder, open his file
dead by daylight; taeghan is vile
isaac in knowledge, it’s been awhile
josh always workin’ in the kitchen with his hands
ch+ ch+ cheese between his fingers’ why he’s always missin’ gens’
natenate fell asleep, you know i had to make him bend
fi+ fillin’ up his end
his bussy; recommend
faz, rum; i make ’em blend
with ice, so good, it tastes like fent
bas+m+nt guys, you’re not my friends
taeghan’s funeral; i won’t attend
b+tch i made docking a trend
greggy jay, your ass is banned
2slimey’s ass; i cannot stand
twenty+twenty+six; you know it’s grand

[chorus]
workin’ the fries make me slit my wrists (pfft)
my d+ck floppy, like disk
natenate’s poppin’ his ass like a cyst
taeghan, i know that you’re on that list
tomasso, i want to f+ck your sweaty pits (boop, boop, boop)
my crotch hurt ’cause i just did the splits
shovin’ my d+ck in a bag of chips
bas+m+nt guys takeover in the grand twenty+six

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