Back to Top

Bernie Genaro Video (MV)




Performed By: BernieRosco
Language: English
Length: 3:35
Written by: Bernie Rosco




BernieRosco - Bernie Genaro Lyrics




I told her I'm immortal now she call me Dave Genaro
Trapping in the evening I'm faded till tomorrow
My ex girl hit me up she said that you can't drown your sorrows
Check on me tomorrow, bitch I'm Dave Genaro

I told her i'm immortal now she call me Dave Genaro
Trapping in the evening I'm faded till tomorrow
My ex girl hit me up she said that you can't drown your sorrows
Check on me tomorrow, bitch I'm Dave Genaro

Put me on a beat, you know a nigga go bezerk
They call me Masterchef so you know a nigga serve it
Talking no Salad when I say I need my P's
Cooking up the main course then I'm whipping the desert

Nice cars, fancy kicks, you'd think I won the lotto
Told her she look good, I would of thought she was a model
The bed the magazine, and she should be on the covers
Then I get to work, like a cop undercover

Wouldn't mind a Cedes, or BM or a Audi
Bernie the messiah what you gonna do without me
Dope beat, hella bars the flow is so mnandi
And she prolly capping if she say that she don't want me

Yeah I know that hoe she want me
Why she stunting
Call her Kick Buttowski
She stopped that fronting
Cause I'm saucing I be saucy
Hit the dab and then flossing
I be flexing I be flossing
I mean a nigga really flossing

Wouldn't mind a big body bitch like a Jeep
Sipping on some lean now I know that she sleep
I might hit the two step off the drank, happy feet
Happy wife, happy life equals happy me

These niggas lame, yeah they really think that they the shit
But you know what they say if the shoe fit then it fit
One look at you, and I see that it don't fit
Put it on with ease, cause that shit really fit me

Makes these bitches Marvel like my middle name was Stan Lee
They like Bernie get to work, you not doing the right ting
Imma cook it in the kitchen til I get the check, see
You cry in toyotas, imma trap out in a Bentley

I told her I'm immortal now she call me Dave Genaro
Trapping in the evening I'm faded till tomorrow
My ex girl hit me up she said that you can't drown your sorrows

I told her I'm immortal now she call me Dave Genaro
Trapping in the evening I'm faded till tomorrow
My ex girl hit me up she said you can't drown your drown you sorrows
Check on me tomorrow, bitch I'm Dave Genaro

I told her I'm immortal now she call me Dave Genaro
Trapping in the evening I'm faded till tomorrow
My ex girl hit me up she said that you can't drown your sorrows
Check on me tomorrow, bitch I'm Dave Genaro
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




I told her I'm immortal now she call me Dave Genaro
Trapping in the evening I'm faded till tomorrow
My ex girl hit me up she said that you can't drown your sorrows
Check on me tomorrow, bitch I'm Dave Genaro

I told her i'm immortal now she call me Dave Genaro
Trapping in the evening I'm faded till tomorrow
My ex girl hit me up she said that you can't drown your sorrows
Check on me tomorrow, bitch I'm Dave Genaro

Put me on a beat, you know a nigga go bezerk
They call me Masterchef so you know a nigga serve it
Talking no Salad when I say I need my P's
Cooking up the main course then I'm whipping the desert

Nice cars, fancy kicks, you'd think I won the lotto
Told her she look good, I would of thought she was a model
The bed the magazine, and she should be on the covers
Then I get to work, like a cop undercover

Wouldn't mind a Cedes, or BM or a Audi
Bernie the messiah what you gonna do without me
Dope beat, hella bars the flow is so mnandi
And she prolly capping if she say that she don't want me

Yeah I know that hoe she want me
Why she stunting
Call her Kick Buttowski
She stopped that fronting
Cause I'm saucing I be saucy
Hit the dab and then flossing
I be flexing I be flossing
I mean a nigga really flossing

Wouldn't mind a big body bitch like a Jeep
Sipping on some lean now I know that she sleep
I might hit the two step off the drank, happy feet
Happy wife, happy life equals happy me

These niggas lame, yeah they really think that they the shit
But you know what they say if the shoe fit then it fit
One look at you, and I see that it don't fit
Put it on with ease, cause that shit really fit me

Makes these bitches Marvel like my middle name was Stan Lee
They like Bernie get to work, you not doing the right ting
Imma cook it in the kitchen til I get the check, see
You cry in toyotas, imma trap out in a Bentley

I told her I'm immortal now she call me Dave Genaro
Trapping in the evening I'm faded till tomorrow
My ex girl hit me up she said that you can't drown your sorrows

I told her I'm immortal now she call me Dave Genaro
Trapping in the evening I'm faded till tomorrow
My ex girl hit me up she said you can't drown your drown you sorrows
Check on me tomorrow, bitch I'm Dave Genaro

I told her I'm immortal now she call me Dave Genaro
Trapping in the evening I'm faded till tomorrow
My ex girl hit me up she said that you can't drown your sorrows
Check on me tomorrow, bitch I'm Dave Genaro
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Bernie Rosco
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Back to: BernieRosco

Tags:
No tags yet