Nelly

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It's a Friday night,  all the party people got pimp juice in their hands 

Shaking their tail feathers to the number one jams

I'ts hot in herre but no one seems to care 

Asking you to take a ride with me to my place 

Keeps running in my head over and over again 

But would you even leave with me 

You seem to always want to be the last standing 


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