Palms & Beaches lyrics

[Intro]
J-J-J-J-Jake Hole
I love you, Mr. Hole!
Yeah, wow, wow, frick
Flight just landed, and I'm with big Woss, I'm with my dog, 'Bar, yeah
What's good, Cali'?

Red or blue, I'm tryna get with yo bestie
Chrome Hearts thong, Saint Laurent for the red tee
Big dudes, I'm not looking for no breasties
West Coast vacay, tryna see some testes
Brodie ain't a hoover but he vacuum suckin' it
Chode all in my booty, got your main dude lovin' it
He look like Jonah Hill, he super bad, he McLovin' it
G-strings on, reaching in him, I be puppeting
Big dong, big balls, big cheeks
Homey whiter than vanilla, still a certified freak
Wе be rolling, riding, spilling out on navy blue sheets
Put my toes all on thе ceiling, I be lifting up feet

In the air
Taking pairs, left, right, split 'em up, jump in it
I get the most pipe in the city, you fricker
Man tiddies, dang, he got the biggest
Catch his load midair, then I swish it, then swig it
Compton, Watts, Oakland no twats
Just buss, just nuts, just butt, just c*cks
On Rosecrans, hitting up strip clubs, rocked
Hit licks on cake punch tongue in box
"I love you, Mr. Hole!" Do you, do you really?
If you really loved me, you'd be rubbing on this willy
And if you really did, we'd be Tubi and chilling
If you really did, we'd be digging and drilling
In butt, in rear, licking 'til hole clear
Chug nuts like beers, Grindr poppin' when I'm near
And it's fellas popping biddies when I land off the Leer
And it's sex by the ocean, on the Santa Monica Pier

Jacques, and I'm heavy with the meats
Got a BBL booty, it be taking up two seats
Got him down up on his knees like I'm offering a treat
Might kick him out my crib if he peeing on my seat, like

Palm trees and beaches
Walk around with the heat on me
Mango's in the c*cktail
Male nudies in the Gmail
I need it slowly
Deep strokes make him look back at it
Splash on him like an iced out Patek
Keep going 'til he done 'bout had it, ay