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Nina Sky - Curtain Call ft. Rick Ross [Video + Lyrics] New
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nina Sky
Nina Sky
Performer
Robert Smith
Robert Smith
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Roberts
William Roberts
Composer
Robert Smith
Robert Smith
Vocal Arranger
Robert "EST" Waller
Robert "EST" Waller
Composer
Nina Sky
Nina Sky
Vocal Arranger
Shonie Osumanu
Shonie Osumanu
Vocal Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Smith
Robert Smith
Producer

Lyrics

It's a movie, baby, yeah, Nina Sky The biggest boss in the biz, Ricky Ross Sendin' this one out to Amsterdam, Switzerland Berlin, Sweden, you feel me? 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 Yeah, yeah, yeah Satisfy, satisfy, 'til you sweat out my hair Yeah, yeah, yeah That's what I want, that's what I want I want it, don't be so shy I'll leave the lights on, door unlocked Friday rendezvous at my spot That's what I want, that's what I want 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 you Mars I'm just glad to be where you are right now Baby, don't stop, keep me rocking Yeah, yeah, yeah Satisfy, satisfy 'til you sweat out my hair Yeah, yeah, yeah That's what I want, that's what I want I want it don't be so shy I'll leave the lights on, door unlocked Friday rendezvous at my spot That's what I want, that's what I want 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? 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, put it on me, 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 (Ricky Ross, keeping it wrapped, baby) Of all my troubles (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 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 Six 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 half 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 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? 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
Writer(s): Big Bert, Ross Royal Richard, Waller Robert G Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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