Verse 1:
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When I meet my king it'll be a beautiful thing
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like walkin through the gates of heaven, seein my motha again
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like cookin necked in my heels, smokin, fuckin again
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we take a walk through the park, scrapin, doin our thang
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I'm lovin him he's lovin me, together chillin and thangs
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he sayin 'fuck dem otha hoes' my diamond gleamin and blingin
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we goin out lookin good together, runnin the club
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and leave together, hit the leather, suckin, fuckin, an stuff
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He makin sure we livin straight, I'm havin children no game
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we takin trips and vacations like the brady's an thangs
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He rubbin me, massagin me, wit lotion twitchin my thang
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until its wet, I got his back on me, I'm sure you can bet
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oh me oh nuthin he's never leavin me no matta the fame
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that we go through it's me and you forever you'll be my man
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when I meet my king it will be a beautiful thing
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touch it so will be my ho forever, his is the same
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Verse 2:
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When I meet my king his hair will blow in the wind
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showin me his pride, his strength, the tone of his skin
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to be so pure, so deep, the lion within
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there to protect me if, whenever, I¡¯m scared
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tellin me to smile, don¡¯t cry, to hold up my head
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keep ev¡¯thang tight, make sure, the children stay fed
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can't hold shit down if I¡¯m gonna have a bitch in my bed
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hand femur, always dreamer, kill a nigga bout head
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shoulders tight, be the line, don¡¯t put up wit um, take shit
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know how to treat me like a queen, take me out, buy me things
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my baby high in the Benz, spendin money on me
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and unfound, gives a damn bout the shit in the street
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most spared, color gata, show me off to the hata
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pro-playa, shot calla, magnificent balla
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when I meet my king it will be a beautiful thing
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touch it so will be my ho forever, his is the same
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When I Meet My King
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Khia |