Lyrics Hi Grade - Protoje , 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 which girl, am I gon′ set it off on?
Picture makin' love and I ain't even know your name
Yeah
I switch girls when I′ve had enough
Oh, this girl is all I′m thinkin' of
Baby, you ain′t even gotta stand up in the rain, yeah

So if you coming to my place
Baby, we can smoke up the high grade
Them kinda weed make you feel like
Really making love 'til you feel right
Why don′t you come over my place?
Baby, we can smoke up the high 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