1: When I meet my it'll be a beautiful thing like walkin through the gates of heaven, my motha again like cookin necked in my heels, smokin, again we a walk through the park, scrapin, doin 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 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 the brady's an thangs He rubbin me, massagin me, wit twitchin my thang its wet, I got his back on me, I'm sure you can bet oh me oh nuthin he's leavin me no matta the fame that we go it's me and you forever you'll be my man when I meet my king it be a beautiful thing touch it so be my ho forever, his is the same
2: When I meet my king his hair will blow in the showin me his pride, his strength, the tone of his to be so pure, so deep, the within there to me if, whenever, I'm scared me to smile, don't cry, to hold up my head keep tight, make 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 know how to treat me like a queen, me out, buy me things my baby high in the Benz, spendin on me and unfound, gives a damn the shit in the street most spared, color gata, show me off to the pro-playa, shot calla, magnificent when I my king it will be a beautiful thing touch it so will be my ho forever, his is the