Alternate Versions
Lyrics
Yo Momma
YKCYo momma so fat, so fat, she stack big macsAnd all that in her knapsackDamn scrap, why she act like thatWit a face like that, you wonder why I snapIn fact, her teeth is blackBreathes horrendous, so I gotta turn my backIts lunch time, look at her workin it outLook like she got dirt in her mouthShe be like, don't worry, I like to talk dirtyLookin all scary, tryin to talk to meYour momma look like Britney spearsRight before she popped out that kiiiidPlus add about fifty yearsAnd about fifty beersOk then add the scruffy beardMix it up, your momma is what you get
ChorusYo Momma, yo mommayo Momma, don't be talkin' bout our mommaour momma, our mommaif you don't stop then we gonna,we gonna, we gonna, have to come back with the ...
Tur-BoYo Momma so ugly, so ugly when you put her in'er cagepeople think she a monkey,made ya pops bungieand blood was spilledcuz he couldn't take lookin'at her busted grill, forrealit's not somethin' that should be showntil' you chop off the zit on the tipof her nose,'Turb that's a low blowyou mean a low blowlike ya mom on'er knees when she drops her clothesbut leave the pants on, can't speak for y'allbut I don't wanna see her drawsknowin' she don't use a tamponain't that sick, she on'er period and she lettin' blood dripNow vampires like let me take a lick.But die real quick cuz a sniff between her thighssmell like garlic, ya moms armpits, I must admitI confuse with her ass cuz they smell like shaaaahh.........
ChorusYo Momma, yo mommayo Momma, don't be talkin' bout our mommaour momma, our mommaif you don't stop then we gonna,we gonna, we gonna, have to come back with the ... The 23rd StallionYo mama so big/ So big that she look like a pig/ yo look what she did/ she ate a bucket of chicken and the bucket yo listen/ her farts cause sparks/ her bed got stretch marks/ no joke, metal bars are breakin/lines of blow? Nah lines of bacon/ what you didn't know?/ tried to eat me, cause I'm Jamaican/ cravin beef patties/ you should see fatty/ when she tickles she jiggles/ when she topples she bobbles/ don't say buffet/ I think I hear her comin from a mile away/ she goes, HEY HEY HEY/ when shes done with the onslaught/ brings her own chair to restaurants/ ass all caught in the door/ takes one step then she falls through the floor/ whose gonna clean this gravy and Crisco/ that's simpo/ she'll lick it up when you wake her up.
ChorusYo Momma, yo mommayo Momma, don't be talkin' bout our mommaour momma, our mommaif you don't stop then we gonna,we gonna, we gonna, have to come back with the...
Outro Various jokes
Similar Tracks
0 resultsNo similar tracks yet
We couldn't find tracks similar to this one right now. Explore our full catalog to discover something new.