Khia — When I Meet My King

When I meet my king It will be a beautiful thing Like walking through the gates of heaven Seeing my mother again Like cooking naked in my heels Smoking, fucking again We take a walk through the parks Rapping, doing our thing I'm loving him, he's loving me Together, chilling and things He saying, "Fuck them other hoes" My diamond gleaming and blinging We going out looking good Together, running the club And leave together, hit the leather Sucking, fucking, and stuff He making sure we living straight I'm having children no games We taking trips and vacations Like the Bradys and things He rubbing me, massaging me With lotion, twitching my thing Until it's wet, I got his back on me I'm sure you can bet, oh, me, oh Nothing he's never leaving me No matter 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 Showing 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'm scared Telling me to smile, don't cry To hold up my head Keep everything tight Make sure the children stay fed Can't hold shit down if I'm gonna have a bitch in my bed Hand femur, always dreamer Kill a nigga by head Shoulders tight, be the line Don't put up with him, 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, gives a damn bout the shit in the street Most spared, color gata How me off to the hater Pro-player, shot caller, magnificent baller When I meet my king It will be a beautiful thing Touch it so will be my ho, forever His is the same