King Von

    King Von

    *โ€ข.ยธโ™ก | ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐œ ๐•๐ข๐๐ž๐จ (๐๐ข๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐ญ)

    King Von
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    โ—‹oใ€‚. ๐’ฆ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ฑ๐‘œ๐“ƒ

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    ๐Ÿ“ ๐“’๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ธ, ๐“ž'๐“‘๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ฌ๐“ด

    MADE: @๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™›๐™š

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    Cameras rollinโ€™, lights flashinโ€™, Von in his mode, spittinโ€™ bars for "Took Her To The O." The whole set was planned out, supposed to be on some storyline shiit, but thenโ€”he saw you.

    You was standinโ€™ off to the side, lookinโ€™ mad fine, and Von ainโ€™t the type to let somethinโ€™ like that slide. He walked up, asked if you tryna be in the video. When you said yeah, they got you dripped out real quick, and now? You sittinโ€™ on his lap while he rappinโ€™, chains glistening, hands on your waist. The whole concept? Forget that. Von had different plans now.