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I met a girl named Nikki
I guess you could say she was a sex fiend
Met on a strip in Vegas
In the pageant represent leather jeansI blessed that pepper mill parking lot
When she first went down on me
I guess it's on a mountain top
'Cause since then nobody had the right techniqueI still got her number in my iphone
But I'm gonna save it till a rainy day
I hear she got a man and I can't help wonder
If she given it to him the same way
Miss Nikki Ray
Standing there naked with a bottle of tanqueray
She say she don't need no eyes
She just wanna drink astray
Oh Nikki I miss the way you free me till the break of day
This one really ain't that nice
Don't tell Nikki RayMe and Nikki should've been real cool
'Cause we both understood our roles

She would have all the cheating at home
And I would go and cheat on the roadOne night we came out drunk from the club
And Mellissa came with us too
I remember passed out in the master
But I woke up naked in the bottom guest roomShe said, thank you for a funky time
And you could tell miss Nikki when she wakes up
Don't drink so much next time
Miss Nikki Ray
Standing there naked with a bottle of tanqueray
She say she don't need no eyes
She just wanna drink astray
Oh Nikki I miss the way you free me till the break of day
This one really ain't that nice
Don't tell Nikki RayJust don't tell Nikki no
'Cause she ain't gonna like it when she hear this song
Oh no, no no
And don't tell Mellissa no
'Cause she ain't gonna like it when she hear this song
Oh no, no noI say come back Nikki come backMiss Nikki Ray
Standing there naked with a bottle of tanqueray
She say she don't need no eyes
She just wanna drink astray
Oh Nikki I miss the way you free me till the break of day
This one really ain't that nice
Don't tell Nikki Ray
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Tq

Terrance Quaites is an American R&B singer, known professionally as TQ.

TQ was raised in the church (he sang in the choir) but his real education came from the streets, where the first wave of hip-hop music became the soundtrack to his life. "From Monday to Saturday I was hangin', partyin', chasing girls, getting in trouble, and straight-up acting the fool," he admits. "But on Sunday my mother dragged me out of bed to go to church. That's where I developed my singing voice and learned how to make people feel me."

TQ was never a thug in the true sense of the word: His hard-working parents instilled positive values in him, and didn't hesitate to set him straight when he was wrong. At 16, when his mom found a gun in his room, she sent the teenager to live with an aunt in Atlanta. In retrospect, says TQ, "sending me down South saved my life. It made me straighten up—for awhile, anyway."

These conflicting circumstances honed TQ's survival instincts and his passion for music. "The little money I had to buy records was spent on rap," he notes. "See, I really wasn't much into my generation's r&b. I listened more to the old-school soul that my parents had in the house. So my music now is more a combination of that and hard-core hip-hop."

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