Verse 1:

When I meet my king it'll be a beautiful thing

like walkin through the gates of heaven, seein my motha again

like cookin necked in my heels, smokin, fuckin again

we take a walk through the park, scrapin, doin our thang

I'm lovin him he's lovin me, together chillin and thangs

he sayin 'fuck dem otha hoes' my diamond gleamin and blingin

we goin out lookin good together, runnin the club

and leave together, hit the leather, suckin, fuckin, an stuff

He makin sure we livin straight, I'm havin children no game

we takin trips and vacations like the brady's an thangs

He rubbin me massagin me, wit lotion twitchin my thang

until 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 fame

that we go through it's me and you forever you'll be my man

when i meet my king it will be a beautiful thing

to touch it so will be mine, hope forever his is the same



Verse 2:

When I meet my king his hair will blow in the wind

showin his pride, his strength, the tone of his skin

to be so pure, so deep, the lion within

there to protect me if whenever i'm scared

tellin me to smile dont cry, to hold up my head

keep everythang tight, make sure the children stae fed

can't hold shit down if i'm gonna have a bitch in my bed

hand femur,always dreamer, kill a nigga bout head

shoulders tight, be the line, dont put upwit um, know how not to take shit

know how to treat me like a queen, take me out buy me things

my baby high in the benz, spendin money on me

and unfound, don't give a damn bought the shit in the street

most spared, show me off to the hata

pro-playa, shot calla, magnificent balla

when i meet my king it will be a beautiful thing

to touch it