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