1: When I meet my king it'll be a beautiful like walkin through the gates of heaven, seein my motha cookin necked in my heels, smokin, fuckin again we take a walk the park, scrapin, doin our thang I'm lovin him he's me, together chillin and thangs he sayin 'fuck dem otha hoes' my gleamin and blingin we goin out lookin good together, runnin the and leave together, hit the leather, suckin, fuckin, an He makin we livin straight, I'm havin children no game we trips and vacations like the brady's an thangs 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 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 tone of his to be so pure, so deep, the lion to protect me if, whenever, I'm scared tellin me to smile, cry, to hold up my head keep tight, make sure, the children stay fed can't hold down if I'm gonna have a bitch in my bed hand femur, always dreamer, kill a bout head shoulders tight, be the line, put up wit um, take 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, a damn bout the shit 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 will be my ho forever, his is the