| 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 |
| touch it so will be my ho forever, his is the same |
| When I meet my king his hair will blow in the wind |
| showin me 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 |