1: When I my king it'll be a beautiful thing walkin through the gates of heaven, seein my motha again like cookin necked in my heels, smokin, fuckin we take a walk the park, scrapin, doin our thang I'm him he's lovin me, together chillin and thangs he sayin 'fuck dem hoes' my diamond gleamin and blingin we goin out lookin good together, runnin the and leave together, hit the leather, suckin, fuckin, an He makin sure we livin straight, I'm havin children no we takin trips and like the brady's an thangs He rubbin me, massagin me, wit lotion my thang until its wet, I got his back on me, I'm you can bet oh me oh nuthin he's never leavin me no matta the that we go through it's me and you you'll be my man when I meet my king it will be a thing touch it so be my ho forever, his is the same
2: When I meet my king his will blow in the wind me his pride, his strength, the tone of his skin to be so pure, so deep, the within to protect me if, whenever, I'm scared tellin me to smile, don't cry, to hold up my keep ev'thang tight, make sure, the children fed can't hold shit if I'm gonna have a bitch in my bed hand femur, dreamer, kill a nigga bout head shoulders tight, be the line, don't put up wit um, shit how to treat me like a queen, take me out, buy me things my high in the Benz, spendin money on me and unfound, gives a damn bout the in the street most spared, gata, show me off to the hata pro-playa, calla, magnificent balla when I meet my king it be a beautiful thing touch it so be my ho forever, his is the same