When I Meet My King Khia

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