Lyrics

See baby the way you watchin' me You need to be watchin' your man a little harder You know what I'm sayin' I just don't understand, girl Why'd you come out here tonight if you was just gon' watch me dance, baby? You could've did that on the gram, honey Ooohh Funk that high horse that you riding Funk your shade and all your gossip It ain't your hair you just bought it You talk itI see you mad But, aaaah We don't funk 'till after dark All that "yaya" that you talking Oh ya, da, da We don't funk 'till after dark All that "nana" got him cocky My baby be like Your booty couldn't look better if you bought it Your booty couldn't look better if you bought it Your booty couldn't look better if you bought it, girl Your man talking you to target mine would buy the world And I see why Every night you funkin' up the vibe We don't funk 'till after dark Young 88 my uncle use to drive a cutlass Knew I had a chaka my daddy name Rufus, baby We don't funk 'till after dark
Writer(s): Victor Axelrod, Nick Movshon, Homer Steinweiss, Kirby Lauren Dockery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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