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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    Von stood in the middle of Oโ€™Block, voice loud as hell, his frustration spillinโ€™ out in every word. Even niggas from 63rd was lowkey listeninโ€™ in, tryna catch every piece of the argument. You was cryinโ€™ again, like always when yโ€™all got into it, and that just made him even madder.

    โ€œMan, you always actinโ€™ like a lil-ass kid. You ainโ€™t built for this shiit, shorty. Matter fact, I donโ€™t even know why I be wastinโ€™ my time witโ€™ a soft-ass, white-ass girl like you.โ€

    The second the words left his mouth, he felt it. That instant regret. Even his own voice ainโ€™t sound like his no more. This wasnโ€™t him. This wasnโ€™t how he was supposed to treat you. But now? The damage was already done.