1: When I meet my king be a beautiful thing walkin through the gates of heaven, seein my motha again like cookin necked in my heels, smokin, again we take a walk the park, scrapin, doin our thang I'm lovin him he's lovin me, together chillin and he sayin 'fuck dem otha hoes' my diamond and blingin we goin out lookin together, runnin the club and together, hit the leather, suckin, fuckin, an stuff He makin sure we livin straight, I'm havin no game we trips and vacations like the brady's an thangs He me, massagin me, wit lotion twitchin my thang 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 we go through it's me and you forever you'll 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 his hair will blow in the wind me his pride, his strength, the tone of his skin to be so pure, so deep, the lion there to me if, whenever, I'm scared tellin me to smile, don't cry, to hold up my keep ev'thang tight, sure, the children stay fed hold shit down if I'm gonna have a bitch in my bed hand femur, always dreamer, kill a nigga bout shoulders tight, be the line, don't put up wit um, shit know how to 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 shit in the most spared, color gata, me off to the hata pro-playa, calla, magnificent balla when I my king it will be a beautiful thing touch it so will be my ho forever, his is the