1: When I meet my king be a beautiful thing like walkin the gates of heaven, seein my motha again like cookin in my heels, smokin, fuckin again we take a walk through the park, scrapin, our thang I'm lovin him he's lovin me, together and thangs he sayin 'fuck dem otha hoes' my gleamin and blingin we goin out lookin good together, the club and together, hit the leather, suckin, fuckin, an stuff He makin sure we livin straight, I'm havin children no we takin and vacations like the brady's an thangs He rubbin me, massagin me, wit lotion twitchin my until its wet, I got his on me, I'm sure you can bet oh me oh nuthin he's leavin me no matta the fame that we go through me and you forever you'll be my man when I meet my king it be a beautiful thing it so will be my ho forever, his is the same
2: When I meet my his hair will blow in the wind me his pride, his strength, the tone of his skin to be so pure, so deep, the within there to me if, whenever, I'm scared tellin me to smile, don't cry, to up my head keep tight, make sure, the children stay fed can't shit down if I'm gonna have a bitch in my bed hand femur, always dreamer, kill a nigga head shoulders tight, be the line, put up wit um, take shit know how to treat me like a queen, take me out, buy me my high in the Benz, spendin money on me and unfound, gives a damn bout the in the street spared, color gata, show me off to the hata pro-playa, shot calla, magnificent when I my king it will be a beautiful thing it so will be my ho forever, his is the same