1: When I meet my king be a beautiful thing like walkin through the 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 he's lovin me, together and thangs he sayin 'fuck dem otha hoes' my diamond gleamin and we goin out lookin together, runnin the club and leave together, hit the leather, suckin, fuckin, an He makin sure we straight, I'm havin children no game we takin trips and vacations the brady's an thangs He rubbin me, massagin me, wit lotion my thang until its wet, I got his on me, I'm sure you can bet oh me oh nuthin never leavin me no matta the fame that we go through me and you forever 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 me to smile, don't cry, to hold up my head keep ev'thang tight, make sure, the children fed hold shit down if I'm gonna have a bitch in my bed hand femur, dreamer, kill a nigga bout head shoulders tight, be the line, don't put up wit um, take know how to treat me a queen, take me out, buy me things my baby in the Benz, spendin money on me and unfound, gives a damn bout the shit in the most spared, color gata, show me off to the pro-playa, shot calla, balla when I meet my king it will be a thing it so will be my ho forever, his is the same