(ft Rick Ross) Curtain Call Lyrics

Nina Sky - (ft Rick Ross) Curtain Call Lyrics

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(ft Rick Ross) Curtain Call Lyrics

Nina Sky ft. Rick Ross – Curtain Call Lyrics

Rick Ross: It’s a movie, baby, Yeh, Nina Sky
The biggest boss in the biz, Ricky Ross
Sendin’ this one out to Amsterdam, Switzerland, Berlin, Sweden, You feel me? Ha Ha…

Nina Sky: I want a man who can take the job, (It’s an S.O.S. in progress)
Feel like I need to be involved, (with an all night problem solver)
Layin’ here when you cross my mind, Remember how you made me cry
Since I ain’t shy ‘bout what I want, I need a repeat boy let’s get it

Chorus:
Yeh, yeh, yeh, satisfy, satisfy, ‘til you sweat out my hair
Yeh, yeh, yeh, that’s what I want (2X)
I want it; don’t be so shook (so shy), I’ll leave the lights on, door unlocked
Friday rendezvous at my spot, that’s what I want (2X)
It’s about that time, middle of the night
Get it right when I give you the curtain call
Probably out with your friends, Actin’ like a pimp in your Benz
Boy you see me calling you,
Shut it down it’s time to roll (curtain call)
You remember last time come on (curtain call),
Let’s shoot a brand new episode (curtain call)
Are you ready for your curtain call?

Light the candles and close the door, (set the mood all the tension’s stopping)
And you don’t need no alcohol, (I’ll be the lick that’ll lean you proper)
Lying back looking at the stars, I’ll be the Venus to your Mars
I’m just glad to be where you are right now, baby, don’t stop, keep me rocking

Chorus

Let’s start the show, the slow jam’s on, my lovin’ is warm, the lights are down low
It’s time to see me baby, Put it on me (2X) feels so good
The farther we go, You got me like wow, you put your game down, I can’t let go
‘Cause you relieved me baby (Rick Ross: Ricky Ross, keeping it wrapped, baby)
Of all my troubles (Rick Ross: Nina Sky, New York City)
The tempo’s slow, but with the whipped cream (MIA, yo, London, yeh, a pound)
It’s all for show, so come when I call (Yeh)

Rick Ross:
Ride with an underground king
Bun B bumpin’ in that 600, clean
Girl, money ain’t a thing, she can tell by the bling
She in a good mood, but that chick lookin’ mean
We can do it all, baby girl my dog
I sign the autographs, but to me she’s the star
I’m here to get it all, turn around and give it back
Makin’ love to her, I pause, now look at dat
6 inch heels, with Gucci and new wheels
Put a smile on her face, she ain’t even seen in years
Baby I’m a boss, and boss don’t play
At any given time, a ½ a million in your face
If you look up in the sky, then I’m sure you see the sun
In the world of so many, baby, I am the one
You’re what I want to do, not tryin’ to be rude
I had to keep it real, you da baddest in da room, holla

Chorus
Rick Ross: uh, yeh, show it to me baby, you know what I’m saying, no love, no love,yeh