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Jackson 5
2,338
Hip-Hop/Rap
Jackson 5 was released on March 11, 2025 by Liltwin as a part of the album Jackson 5 - Single
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Release DateMarch 11, 2025
LabelLiltwin
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
0617Liltwin
0617Liltwin
Vocals
Lil.Twin
Lil.Twin
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamari Hull
Jamari Hull
Lyrics, Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LofyeDrip
LofyeDrip
Producer
jjxcksnn
jjxcksnn
Producer
SP
SP
Producer

Lyrics

Red tape, that's me baking a ****
I'm getting tired, that's me chasing a ****
Snatch
One more blood
One more blood
Snatch
A'ight, shit
Red tape, that's me baking a ****
I'm getting tired, that's me chasing a ****
No, we ain't playing with ****
I clap something up, that's me just spraying a ****
Not the Jackson, no, I don't fuck with the fans
So I can't dance with ****
It's not a switch, but this lil' bitch get off
'Cause it got a binary trigger
A troll a opp and then we flame him up
Then make his dumb ass a sticker
And I won't play, no, I can't go like Bill
Bitch, we can't fuck off liquor
And if she bad, we fucking all day
If she not, then I'm getting off quicker
Don't even kiss her 'cause your lil' bitch is a ho
We fuck while I'm making a thriller
My **** zombies and I got all red on
I bounce out on 'em with Thriller
Make 'em shiver, but I ain't even saying no names
I run with the grave diggers
Up in school, that **** was really a bitch
He hang with the lame ****
She say I changed, but baby girl, I ain't even changed
I'm still the same ****
I got the hot shit, don't even slide on the block
Shit, this shit'll fuck up a liver
He tried to send a message before we killed his ass
It ain't even deliver
Bitch, I'm quicker, I hope you don't think you slicker
I'm not your average ****
A'ight, bitch
Snatch gang, snatch gang
Bitch, name some shit that's bigger
Snatch gang, snatch gang
Bitch, name some shit that's bigger
A'ight, I'm back
Bounce on the block 'cause we had to sell them Glocks
'Cause phone don't got 'em too hot
I'm throwing the glizzy, but I don't know which one hit him
But I know somebody shot
Y'all broke as fuck, y'all don't even got no trap
But still post up on the block
This not a flex, but we took so many guns
And lost them same Glocks
I'm having some fun with a nasty bitch
She grab my phone, say, "Shot a clock"
Don't give no fuck, he'll run some shit right down
Way he got on his fucking Crocs
They ass was sleep at first
But Bri and MJ turn shit up at notch
He thought he was sweet at first
But he came around, we took his fucking watch
A'ight, shit
Red tape, that's me baking a ****
I'm getting tired, that's me chasing a ****
No, we ain't playing with ****
I clap something up, that's me just spraying a ****
Not the Jackson, no, I don't fuck with the fans
So I can't dance with ****
It's not a switch, but this lil' bitch get off
'Cause it got a binary trigger
A troll a opp and then we flame him up
Then make his dumb ass a sticker
And I won't play, no, I can't go like Bill
Bitch, we can't fuck off liquor
And if she bad, we fucking all day
If she not, then I'm getting off quicker
Red tape, that's me baking a ****
Hmm-hmm, that's me chasing a ****
Red tape, that's me baking a ****
Hm-hm, that's me chasing a ****
Snatch, snatch, snatch
Written by: Jamari Hull
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