Official Music Video
Dance by Nasty C
Lyrics & Translation
English
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"Dance" lyrics
Nasty C Lyrics
"Dance"
(feat. Tellaman)
Oh yeah
Dance, dance
[Tellaman & Nasty C:]
You would swear Mandela was my dance teacher
The way I got money moves
But I ain't gotta dance no more
Coz my jewelry got hella moves
I used to broke but now I got notes
Man I make hella tunes
Look how I make em dance like my jewelry
Check how I make em dance like my jewelry
Check how I make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Dance, ye
Dance, ye
Dance, ye
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Dance, ye
[Nasty C:]
Diamonds make her dance make her spaz on my lap
She tried to battle with my jewelry broke her back
Say hallo to my little man give him a dap
Give him a snack, give him a cat
Come on you can do it, don't be scared to do it
[?] touching
I'm they type to call my side, my cousin
I'm the type to call my cousin to cuddle
I'm the type to never ball on no budget
Fuck that, keep my eye on the money
I'm the type to teach my diamonds to dougie
Water on me like I shower in public
Drip, drip, drip
I be shining like I'm forced to
Like it wasn't a choice
I never run out of sauce
Can you not see that I am gorgeous
My nigga I used to be her zaddy, now she a orphan
If she could seduce you for a bag, be woke
Nasty you did, you ran up a bag kudos
You could be the greatest or you could be the greatest
Who knows?
Stomp the yard with the stones
[Tellaman & Nasty C:]
You would swear Mandela was my dance teacher
The way I got money moves
But I ain't gotta dance no more
Coz my jewelry got hella moves
I used to broke but now I got notes
Man I make hella tunes
Look how I make em dance like my jewelry
Check how I make em dance like my jewelry
Check how I make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Dance, ye
Dance, ye
Dance, ye
Dance, ye
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Dance, ye
[Tellaman:]
My jewelry dance and it sparkle like soda
She gives dope neck, I might just buy her a choker
Yeah she sits on it, like we ain't got a sofa
Cuban on my neck ain't local, at least my swag ain't local
I'm her daddy, but she call me zaddy
She wanna have my baby but I made her have a plan b
My jewelry wet like it flows, and it shine and it glows
And we flexing on em foes
They like he bad and he knows
My swag drips it makes her wet
They saw them links, now they talking bout let's connect
I bring the heat and your girls wants me to hit it
She wanna be my bae, I told her bitch beat it
I make her dance, make her dance like a diamond
Ain't worried bout no alcohol, I got a rider
What would they do without us, I really wonder
I got the juice and the sauce right
[Tellaman & Nasty C:]
You would swear Mandela was my dance teacher
The way I got money moves
But I ain't gotta dance no more
Coz my jewelry got hella moves
I used to broke but now I got notes
Man I make hella tunes
Look how I make em dance like my jewelry
Check how I make em dance like my jewelry
Check how I make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Dance, ye
Dance, ye
Dance, ye
Dance, ye
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Dance, ye
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Writer(s): Thelumusa Samuel Owen, Nsikayesizwe David J Ngcobo
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Spanish translation of Dance by Nasty C
Dance* (original Nasty C)
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"Dance" lyrics
Nasty C Lyrics
"Dance"
(feat. Tellaman)
Oh yeah
Dance, dance
[Tellaman & Nasty C:]
You would swear Mandela was my dance teacher
The way I got money moves
But I ain't gotta dance no more
Coz my jewelry got hella moves
I used to broke but now I got notes
Man I make hella tunes
Look how I make em dance like my jewelry
Check how I make em dance like my jewelry
Check how I make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Dance, ye
Dance, ye
Dance, ye
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Dance, ye
[Nasty C:]
Diamonds make her dance make her spaz on my lap
She tried to battle with my jewelry broke her back
Say hallo to my little man give him a dap
Give him a snack, give him a cat
Come on you can do it, don't be scared to do it
[?] touching
I'm they type to call my side, my cousin
I'm the type to call my cousin to cuddle
I'm the type to never ball on no budget
Fuck that, keep my eye on the money
I'm the type to teach my diamonds to dougie
Water on me like I shower in public
Drip, drip, drip
I be shining like I'm forced to
Like it wasn't a choice
I never run out of sauce
Can you not see that I am gorgeous
My nigga I used to be her zaddy, now she a orphan
If she could seduce you for a bag, be woke
Nasty you did, you ran up a bag kudos
You could be the greatest or you could be the greatest
Who knows?
Stomp the yard with the stones
[Tellaman & Nasty C:]
You would swear Mandela was my dance teacher
The way I got money moves
But I ain't gotta dance no more
Coz my jewelry got hella moves
I used to broke but now I got notes
Man I make hella tunes
Look how I make em dance like my jewelry
Check how I make em dance like my jewelry
Check how I make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Dance, ye
Dance, ye
Dance, ye
Dance, ye
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Dance, ye
[Tellaman:]
My jewelry dance and it sparkle like soda
She gives dope neck, I might just buy her a choker
Yeah she sits on it, like we ain't got a sofa
Cuban on my neck ain't local, at least my swag ain't local
I'm her daddy, but she call me zaddy
She wanna have my baby but I made her have a plan b
My jewelry wet like it flows, and it shine and it glows
And we flexing on em foes
They like he bad and he knows
My swag drips it makes her wet
They saw them links, now they talking bout let's connect
I bring the heat and your girls wants me to hit it
She wanna be my bae, I told her bitch beat it
I make her dance, make her dance like a diamond
Ain't worried bout no alcohol, I got a rider
What would they do without us, I really wonder
I got the juice and the sauce right
[Tellaman & Nasty C:]
You would swear Mandela was my dance teacher
The way I got money moves
But I ain't gotta dance no more
Coz my jewelry got hella moves
I used to broke but now I got notes
Man I make hella tunes
Look how I make em dance like my jewelry
Check how I make em dance like my jewelry
Check how I make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Dance, ye
Dance, ye
Dance, ye
Dance, ye
Make em dance
Make em dance
Make em dance
Dance, ye
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Writer(s): Thelumusa Samuel Owen, Nsikayesizwe David J Ngcobo
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Letra de "Dance"
Letras de Nasty C
"Dance"
(feat. Tellaman)
Oh sí
Baila, baila
[Tellaman & Nasty C:]
Jurarías que Mandela fue mi profesor de baile
Por cómo tengo movimientos de dinero
Pero ya no tengo que bailar
Porque mis joyas tienen un montón de movimientos
Solía estar en la ruina pero ahora tengo billetes
Hombre, hago un montón de canciones
Mira cómo los hago bailar como mis joyas
Mira cómo los hago bailar como mis joyas
Mira cómo los hago bailar
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Baila, sí
Baila, sí
Baila, sí
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Baila, sí
[Nasty C:]
Los diamantes la hacen bailar, la hacen enloquecer en mi regazo
Intentó competir con mis joyas, se rompió la espalda
Saluda a mi pequeño hombre, dale un choque de manos
Dale un bocadillo, dale un gato
Vamos, puedes hacerlo, no tengas miedo de hacerlo
[?] tocando
Soy del tipo que llama a mi lado, a mi primo
Soy del tipo que llama a mi primo para abrazar
Soy del tipo que nunca gasta sin presupuesto
Al diablo con eso, mantengo mi ojo en el dinero
Soy del tipo que enseña a mis diamantes a bailar dougie
Agua sobre mí como si me duchara en público
Goteo, goteo, goteo
Brillo como si me obligaran
Como si no fuera una elección
Nunca me quedo sin estilo
¿No puedes ver que soy hermoso?
Mi negro, yo solía ser su "zaddy", ahora ella es huérfana
Si ella pudiera seducirte por dinero, despierta
Nasty, lo hiciste, acumulaste dinero, felicitaciones
Podrías ser el mejor o podrías ser el mejor
¿Quién sabe?
Pisa fuerte el patio con las piedras
[Tellaman & Nasty C:]
Jurarías que Mandela fue mi profesor de baile
Por cómo tengo movimientos de dinero
Pero ya no tengo que bailar
Porque mis joyas tienen un montón de movimientos
Solía estar en la ruina pero ahora tengo billetes
Hombre, hago un montón de canciones
Mira cómo los hago bailar como mis joyas
Mira cómo los hago bailar como mis joyas
Mira cómo los hago bailar
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Baila, sí
Baila, sí
Baila, sí
Baila, sí
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Baila, sí
[Tellaman:]
Mis joyas bailan y brillan como soda
Ella da un buen sexo oral, podría comprarle una gargantilla
Sí, ella se sienta en él, como si no tuviéramos un sofá
La cubana en mi cuello no es local, al menos mi estilo no es local
Soy su papi, pero ella me llama "zaddy"
Ella quiere tener mi bebé pero la hice tener un plan b
Mis joyas mojadas como si fluyeran, y brillan y resplandecen
Y nos lucimos ante los enemigos
Les gusta que sea malo y él lo sabe
Mi estilo gotea, la moja
Vieron esos enlaces, ahora hablan de conectarse
Traigo el calor y tus chicas quieren que lo haga
Ella quiere ser mi amor, le dije perra, lárgate
La hago bailar, la hago bailar como un diamante
No me preocupo por el alcohol, tengo a alguien que me lleva
¿Qué harían sin nosotros? Realmente me pregunto
Tengo el jugo y el estilo, ¿verdad?
[Tellaman & Nasty C:]
Jurarías que Mandela fue mi profesor de baile
Por cómo tengo movimientos de dinero
Pero ya no tengo que bailar
Porque mis joyas tienen un montón de movimientos
Solía estar en la ruina pero ahora tengo billetes
Hombre, hago un montón de canciones
Mira cómo los hago bailar como mis joyas
Mira cómo los hago bailar como mis joyas
Mira cómo los hago bailar
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Baila, sí
Baila, sí
Baila, sí
Baila, sí
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Hazlos bailar
Baila, sí
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