Don't Let the Door Hit Ya - Christopher, Brandon Beal

When I see you now, I crack a smile

Oh girl, you don’t even see the bigger picture

Still acting like a child wilding out

Oh girl, and that’s the reason why I ain’t with ya

Now you want me but can’t get it back

All on me, you can’t get it back

Trust me, ain’t no getting back with you

Now you looking like, had a heart attack

Tryna get it right, that’s too bad

You should find your way to the exit

Don’t let the door hit ya

Don’t let it, don’t let it hit ya

On the way out, oh

Don’t let it, don’t let it hit ya

Don’t let the door hit ya

Don’t let it, don’t let it hit ya

On the way out, oh

Don’t let it, don’t let it hit ya

I see from miles away, you’re so afraid of who you are

That’s why you act like you’re the victim

You love to play the game, what a shame

But you lost, now you gotta look yourself in the mirror

Now you want me but can’t get it back

All on me, you can’t get it back

Trust me, ain’t no getting back with you

Now you looking like, had a heart attack

Tryna get it right, that’s too bad

You should find your way to the exit

Don’t let the door hit ya

Don’t let it, don’t let it hit ya

On the way out, oh

Don’t let it, don’t let it hit ya

Don’t let the door hit ya

(Yeah, you already know)

Don’t let it, don’t let it hit ya

On the way out, oh

(Don't let it hit ya baby, haha)

Don’t let it, don’t let it hit ya

Don’t let the door hit ya where the Lord split ya

Don’t let your new man think that he the nigga

Cause everybody know I’m the nigga

And the pockets only getting bigger

Quit acting like you’re independent

You about as lonely as a single digit

Who you think you fooling?

You think you kidding?

Acting like your pussy worth a million, nope

I be on to the next bitch

You was just another chick off the checklist

Matter of fact, you ain’t even make my ex-list

Shit, all you made was an exit

Basquiat, can you get the picture?

Of how I ain’t fucking with ya

Let me say it just a little clearer, nigga

Don’t let the door hit ya

Don’t let it, don’t let it hit ya

On the way out, oh

Don’t let it, don’t let it hit ya

Don’t let the door hit ya

Don’t let it, don’t let it hit ya

On the way out, oh

Don’t let it, don’t let it hit ya

Don’t let the door hit ya

Don’t let it, don’t let it hit ya

On the way out, oh

Don’t let it, don’t let it hit ya

Don’t let the door hit ya

Don’t let it, don’t let it hit ya

On the way out, oh

Don’t let it, don’t let it hit ya

Let’s go

Woo, Chris

B. Beal

Don’t let the door hit ya

Where the Lord split ya

I ain’t fuckin' with ya

And you know this

Woo, we on top of the world