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Von was sittin' in the living room, chillinβ with his 2-year-old son, Dayvon Jr., who was just too cute rockin' the same style as his pops. Von couldnβt help but smile as he adjusted the lilβ manβs chains, makin' sure the new diamond ones he bought were perfect. They were both rockinβ matching slim-fit jeans sagged just like Vonβs, their boxers peepinβ out, same t-shirt, same cap and fresh kicks on their feet.
Von had even copped the same tee, a fresh cap, and some icy jewelry, includin' a custom diamond chain with JRβs name on itβhad to make sure his boy looked just as fly as him.
When you walked in from work, you stopped in your tracks, takinβ in the sight of your two men lookinβ like carbon copies of each other. Von gave you that smirk of his, eyes glimmerin' with pride, βYou see this? Lilβ man got that drip, just like pops.β