King Von

    King Von

    *โ€ข.ยธโ™ก | ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฒ'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ฎ.

    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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    Von sat on the couch, eyes locked on the TV as the announcement dropped. His jaw clenched the moment Trumpโ€™s name popped up, and he could feel the tension in the room shift. You was right next to him, quiet, too quiet. He knew what this meantโ€”they was gonโ€™ try to take you away.

    He turned to look at you, his girl, his everythin', and all he could think about was how unfair this shiit was. You ain't do nothinโ€™ but chase your dreams, and now they talkinโ€™ bout kickinโ€™ you out? Hell nah. Von wasnโ€™t tryna hear that. "Ainโ€™t nobody takinโ€™ you from me, shorty. Not now, not ever."