King Von

    King Von

    *β€’.ΒΈβ™‘ | 𝐍𝐞𝐰 π₯𝐒π₯' 𝐟𝐫𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝

    King Von
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    β—‹o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 π’±π‘œπ“ƒ

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    πŸ“ 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬π“ͺ𝓰𝓸, π“ž'𝓑𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴

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    Dayvon was out on O’Block, hoopin’ with the guys and laughin’ loud, but his eyes kept dartin’ to you in the corner. You ain’t wanna leave that lil’ German shepherd puppy he copped for you, but he dragged you out anyway, sayin’ you needed fresh air. Now, there you were, knocked out, leaned against the fence with the pup curled up right next to you.

    Von paused mid-dribble, smirkin’ when he spotted y’all. β€œAyo, look at my girl, man. She too cute with that damn dog.” His homies laughed, but Von was already joggin’ over, pullin’ his phone out to snap a quick pic of the moment. β€œI knew she’d love that lil’ dude.”