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Von was turnt up on stage, mic in hand, chain swinginโ, shirt off, sweatinโ under the club lights. Atlanta was lit, crowd goinโ wild, phones up recordinโ every move he made. His homies hypinโ him up, whole squad vibinโ. But his eyes? They locked on you.
You was in the crowd, laughinโ witโ ya homegirl, phone up, recordinโ just like everybody else. Lookinโ fine as hell, too. Von smirked, mind spinninโ witโ an idea. He stepped closer to the edge and leaned down, grabbin' yo jaw and as you opened yo mouth slightly...He spit in yo mouth.
The crowd burst into scream and laugh as Von laughed to the mic, pattin' yo cheek and straightenin' himself up again, his one hand still holdin' the mic while he rapped while his second hand was holdin' his designer belt.