Gucci Mane – It's Over lyrics

Gucci:
It's over (yaa yaa)
It's over (yaa yaa)
It's over (yaa yaa)
It's over (yaa yaa)

Chorus:
Product of my ex life
Call that girl my ex wife
On to the next chick
I had to hit the exit

It's over (yaa yaa)
Girl it's over (yaa yaa)

So much fuss and fights (huh)
You can leave my life now
No longer my wife now
Some things can't be worked out
It's over (yea yea)
Girl it's over (yea yea)

King south:
I told you I don't want you no more girl and you keep tryin (tryin)
I had 2 change my phone number about 3 times (times)
Stop playin on my phone (phone)
Aint nothin to talk about (nawl)
Cause sometimes girl shit just can't be worked out (at all)
I'm burnt down (burnt down)
And I leaned out (and I leaned out)
Eatin steak house (steak house)
With my new bitch right now (right now)
And I like her style (and I like her style)
Cause she treat me better (she treat me better)
Den she fuck me better (fuck me better)
We on another level

Bridge:
I can't lie you fly
I can't lie baby you s***
But the love is gone
So I've gotta find an exit
On 2 the next chick (next chick next chick)
Cause I don't like the way you disrespect me baby

Chorus:
Product of my ex life
Call that girl my ex wife
On 2 the next chick
I had 2 the exit
It's over (yea yea)
Girl it's over (yea yea)
Such much fuss and fights huh
You can leave my life now
No longer my wife now
Somethings can't be worked out
It's over (yea yea)
Girl it's over (yea yea)

King south:
You think you so smart (smart)
You think you so sneaky (sneaky)
But I'm gone break your heart (your heart)
Cuz today you leaving (leaving)
Pack up all yo bags (bags) pack up all yo shoes (shoes)
And get the fuck out (out) cuz I'm so tired of you (ooohh)
Flatting all my tires(tires)
Busting out my windows(dows)
I can't fuck with you nomore (nawl)
Girl it's plain and simple
I leave you at my house
You rambling through my things
You know that aint right the way you violate me

Bridge:
I can't lie you fly
I can't lie baby you s***
But the love is gone
So I've gotta find an exit
On 2 the next chick (next chick next chick)
Cause I don't like the way you disrespect me baby

Chorus:
Product of my ex life
Call that girl my ex wife
On 2 the next chick
I had 2 the exit
It's over (yea yea) girl
It's over (yea yea)
Nomoe fuss and fights huh
You can leave my life now
No longer my wife now
Somethings can't be worked out
It's over (yea yea) girl
It's over (yea yea)

Gucci: it's over (yaa yaa)
It's over (yaa yaa)
It's over (yaa yaa)
It's over (yaa yaa)
Fade out