Lyrics Hi Grade - angel

Woah, girl, I miss you
Oh, girl, I miss you
Woah, yeah

I ain't lookin' for no rich girl, I got my money up
So rich girl, am I gon' set it off? Oh
Rich and makin' love and I ain't even know your name, name
I switch girls when I had enough
Oh, this girl is all I'm thinkin' off, oh
Baby, you ain't even gotta stand up in the ring, yeah

So if you come here to my place
Baby, we can smoke up the hi grade
Them kinda herb make you feel like
Really make you love 'til you feel right
Why don't you come over my place?
Baby, we can smoke up the hi grade
Them kinda herbs make you feel like
Really make you love 'til you feel right

Woah, girl, I miss you
Oh, girl, I miss you
Woah, yeah

I ain't lookin' for no thrift girl, want my money now
A rough man, they trip and fall in love but
Baby, when we [?] you know love is just a game
Young, fresh, clean
And got no ring or no proposals, just a pocket full of roses for ya
Sun, shade or sea, you better light one up yourself and free

So if you come here to my place
Baby, we can smoke up the hi grade
Them kinda herb make you feel like
Really make you love 'til you feel right, oh
Come my place
Baby, we be smokin' the hi grade
Them kinda herbs make you feel like
Really make you love 'til you feel right

Woah, girl, I miss you
Oh, girl, I miss you
Woah, yeah