3pac – meek mill self made 3 diss lyrics
chyeah! chyeah! chyeah! chyeah!
chyeah! chyeah! chyeah! (ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaa)
yeah! you p-ssy -ss b-tch! (ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaa)
i don’t give a f-ck, yeah!
or a hoot!
i run the internet, i run the internet
meek mill is a b-tch and we run the internet
3pacalypse in the f-cking game son, we don’t give a f-ck
we blow yo sh-t up, on the internet
we gettin’ money, yo we get it with ease
we got more chedda than f-ckin’ chuck e cheese
i don’t give a f-cking hoot bout none of that sh-t
ima f-ckin’ go ham, b-tch all i do is spit
we be goin’ where we want and f-ckin’ all yo b-tches
and we don’t give a f-ck, st-tches get f-cking st-tches
and we don’t give no hoots, i’m the beast in the booth
and i’m gonna do what i wanna do, b-tch f-ck you
i don’t give a sh-t, b-tch i’m going f-ckin’ ham
everybody in the street, know that i’m the f-ckin’ man
goin’ like the taliban, son
-variety of echoing screams that played throughout the song-