1: When I meet my king be a beautiful thing like walkin through the gates of heaven, 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 chillin and he sayin 'fuck dem hoes' my diamond gleamin and blingin we goin out lookin together, runnin the club and together, hit the leather, suckin, fuckin, an stuff He makin sure we straight, I'm havin children no game we takin trips and vacations like the brady's an He rubbin me, massagin me, wit lotion twitchin my its wet, I got his back on me, I'm sure you can bet oh me oh nuthin he's never leavin me no matta the that we go through it's me and you forever be my man when I meet my king it be a beautiful thing touch it so will be my ho forever, his is the
2: When I meet my king his hair will in the wind showin me his pride, his strength, the tone of his to be so pure, so deep, the within there to protect me if, whenever, I'm tellin me to smile, don't cry, to up my head keep tight, make sure, the children stay fed can't hold shit down if I'm gonna a bitch in my bed hand femur, always dreamer, kill a nigga head shoulders tight, be the line, don't put up wit um, shit know how to treat me a queen, take me out, buy me things my high in the Benz, spendin money on me and unfound, gives a bout the shit in the street most spared, color gata, show me off to the pro-playa, calla, magnificent balla when I meet my king it be a beautiful thing it so will be my ho forever, his is the same