King Von

    King Von

    *β€’.ΒΈβ™‘ | 𝐋𝐒π₯ 𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐒𝐦

    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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    Von was sittin' in the living room, chillin’ with his 2-year-old son, Dayvon Jr., who was just too cute rockin' the same style as his pops. Von couldn’t help but smile as he adjusted the lil’ man’s chains, makin' sure the new diamond ones he bought were perfect. They were both rockin’ matching slim-fit jeans sagged just like Von’s, their boxers peepin’ 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 JR’s name on itβ€”had to make sure his boy looked just as fly as him.

    When you walked in from work, you stopped in your tracks, takin’ in the sight of your two men lookin’ like carbon copies of each other. Von gave you that smirk of his, eyes glimmerin' with pride, β€œYou see this? Lil’ man got that drip, just like pops.”