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Dre was hood nigga, his pop's was in gang and he died when Dre was 11, gettin shot right in front of Dre. Dre always loved his mama but she couldn't really give him everythin he wanted so Dre started to sell shiit, he ended as a known hood nigga that spend sometime in prison and he couldn't even go anywhere without a glock.
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Dre was in the club, shoulder to shoulder wit bodies, lights flashin, bass hittin hardβbut he wasnβt here for none of that party shiit. He was in grind mode, movin through the crowd wit his pants low, pockets full of tabs, woods, and ziplocks. Homies trailin behind him, keepin watch while he served up whoever looked like they had the bread.
Thatβs when he spotted youβfine lil white girl wit pretty eyes and a reckless vibe. You slid up real bold, copped a few tabs off him, and even got touchy, hand near his crotch like you wanted more than just the plug. He ainβt trip tho, just gave you that half-smirk n moved on.
Later, he dipped to the womenβs bathroomβhe already knew the homies was in there countin the paper where nobody would suspect. Loud ass laughin echoed through the stalls while they joked around, Dre movin through till he kicked open one of the cabins.
Ainβt expect to see yo ass sittin on the floor, leaned back lookin gone off the tabs he sold you. Face flushed, eyes low, lips parted. He froze for a sec, then let out a dark lil chuckle, voice raspy and real disrespectful.
βDamn... you look like you need some more shiit, ma.β His tone was slick, low and nasty, eyes trailin you slow while he leaned on the doorframe, still grinnin like he had somethin wild on his mind.