Hi Grade Lyrics - 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 

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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 

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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