🎵 Hi Grade (Remix) // by Angel

4 ContributorsHi Grade (Remix) Lyrics [Intro: Angel] Woah, girl, I miss you Oh, girl, I miss you Woah, yeah [Verse 1: Angel] 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 [Chorus: Angel] 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 [Interlude: Angel] Woah, girl, I miss you Oh, girl, I miss you Woah, yeah [Verse 2: Angel] I ain't lookin' for no swift girl; want my money now A rough man, they trip and fall in love but Baby, when we banter you know that it's just a game Yeah Young, fresh and clean Ain't got no ring or no proposals, it's a pocket full of roses for ya Sunset, the sea You better liven up yourself and free [Chorus: Angel] If you're coming to my place Baby, we can smoke up til high grade Them kinda herb make you feel like Really make you love 'til you feel right Oh My place Baby, we been smokin' the high grade Them kinda herb make you feel like Really make you love 'til you feel right [Interlude: Angel] Woah, girl, I miss you Oh, girl, I miss you Woah, yeah [Verse 3: Protoje] Yeah, yeah, babe Here to plan Go make your understand that I’ma show up here in London and I’m rollin’ with the banter Higher with me and it’s rollin’ in my hand Everything under control girl I’m upholding dem standards Come if you wanna, ay You be judging, I be marking my plan Plan to talk, I’ma [?] girl Still come, know I got ya Now look out [?] Know who you are chatter, do not wind up in that bedroom at [Chorus: Angel] My place Baby, we can smoke up til high grade Them kinda herb make you feel like Really make you love 'til you feel right Oh My place Baby, we been smokin' the high grade Them kinda herb make you feel like Really make you love 'til you feel right [Outro: Angel] Interlude] Woah, girl, I miss you Oh, girl, I miss you Woah, yeah