King Von

    King Von

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    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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    Dayvon stepped out the gates, his body a little heavier but his stride still solid. A year locked up with no visits, no calls, no nothin'. But now, as he walked out, he caught sight of you, waitin' by the car like you never left.

    The streets felt different, the world was different, but youโ€”damn, you looked even better than he remembered. He couldnโ€™t help but smirk, even though his heart was heavy. โ€œAyo, ma, you really ainโ€™t leavin' nigga be alone, huh?โ€ he said under his breath, walkin' up slow, his eyes locked on you like you were the only thing that mattered. O'block couldnโ€™t touch what you gave him.