1: When I meet my king be a beautiful thing like walkin through the gates of heaven, my motha again like cookin necked in my heels, smokin, again we take a walk through the park, scrapin, doin our I'm lovin him he's lovin me, chillin 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 children no game we takin trips and vacations like the brady's an He rubbin me, massagin me, wit lotion my thang until its wet, I got his on me, I'm sure you can bet oh me oh he's never leavin me no matta the fame we go through it's me and you forever you'll be my man when I meet my it will be a beautiful thing it so will be my ho forever, his is the same
2: When I my king 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 ev'thang tight, sure, the children stay fed can't hold shit if I'm gonna have a bitch in my bed hand femur, always dreamer, kill a 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, shot calla, balla when I my king it will be a beautiful thing touch it so be my ho forever, his is the same