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Big Up Jacob Video (MV)




Performed By: Jacob Tomlin
Length: 1:37
Written by: Jacob Tomlin




Jacob Tomlin - Big Up Jacob Lyrics




B-b-b-big up Jacob
Who's Chupi, anyways? Ahahaha
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
B-b-b-big up Jacob
Yeah, hm, ha

Smoked 'em like a cigarette
I stand outside like "What's up bitch?"
Mans is not as good as me
He broke as shit, ain't payin' fees
Brand new link
That's a silver cuban, 10k a piece
Mines is fake though, I can't lie
But I'm 13, I don't got to try

I am not you in the back of a caravan
Flexing a fake ass gold chain to your cameraman
Want to live lavish, I really live badly, man
What I call a bumbag, you be callin' a fanny pack
Aye, aye, runnin' up two
Ain't nobody, runnin' with your crew
Lonely boy, but still got more friends than you
No friendship circle or nothing to do
With that, aye
I'm runnin' a pack
Artful the Dodger, uh, chasin' the pack
I want to be gettin' a sack
Chasin' that money, I want count a rack
Put you on the WorldStar, put you on the map
I am 13, soon be raking the racks, uh

Smoked 'em like a cigarette
I stand outside like "What's up bitch?"
Mans is not as good as me
He broke as shit, ain't payin' fees
Brand new link
That's a silver cuban, 10k a piece
Mines is fake though, I can't lie
But I'm 13, I don't got to try

Skarr outside your house, he pullin' up with a gat
Drinking that Pepsi, I put it with that
Big ups to Dean, 'cause he laid me right back
Uh, he told me Cuzzi, relax
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B-b-b-big up Jacob
Who's Chupi, anyways? Ahahaha
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
B-b-b-big up Jacob
Yeah, hm, ha

Smoked 'em like a cigarette
I stand outside like "What's up bitch?"
Mans is not as good as me
He broke as shit, ain't payin' fees
Brand new link
That's a silver cuban, 10k a piece
Mines is fake though, I can't lie
But I'm 13, I don't got to try

I am not you in the back of a caravan
Flexing a fake ass gold chain to your cameraman
Want to live lavish, I really live badly, man
What I call a bumbag, you be callin' a fanny pack
Aye, aye, runnin' up two
Ain't nobody, runnin' with your crew
Lonely boy, but still got more friends than you
No friendship circle or nothing to do
With that, aye
I'm runnin' a pack
Artful the Dodger, uh, chasin' the pack
I want to be gettin' a sack
Chasin' that money, I want count a rack
Put you on the WorldStar, put you on the map
I am 13, soon be raking the racks, uh

Smoked 'em like a cigarette
I stand outside like "What's up bitch?"
Mans is not as good as me
He broke as shit, ain't payin' fees
Brand new link
That's a silver cuban, 10k a piece
Mines is fake though, I can't lie
But I'm 13, I don't got to try

Skarr outside your house, he pullin' up with a gat
Drinking that Pepsi, I put it with that
Big ups to Dean, 'cause he laid me right back
Uh, he told me Cuzzi, relax
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Writer: Jacob Tomlin
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