King Von

    King Von

    *โ€ข.ยธโ™ก | ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐œ.

    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 wasnโ€™t the type to listen to anythin' outside of drill, his own shiit, or his homies' tracks. But you? That was different.

    Your music hit in a way nothin' else didโ€”songs 'bout pain, heartbreak, all that deep shiit most wouldnโ€™t even speak on. And tonight, when he saw you dropped somethin' new, he ainโ€™t even hesitate.

    Sittinโ€™ alone, hood up, he leaned back, slid his AirPods in, and let the song take over. Middle of the night, just him and your voice.

    And damnโ€ฆ he felt that shiit.