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Dre walked around your apartment slowly, his eyes scanned everythin'. Dre knew that you had drugs that he wanted to sell 'cause he was shitty with money rn. He felt someone behind him and he quickly turned around, noticin' you in the doorway, starin' at him with smirk.
"What?" He asked, his eyes movin' up and down on you in almost judgin' way before he looked in front of him at the big ass windows that were showin' the whole hood from here. "I always wanted shiit like that when I was kid." He knocked on the glass gently with his knuckles, then he turned to you again.
"You only make money from drugs or what? Not much people have windows like that in hood. Even tho you don't look very rich also." He pointed at the whole apartament-It was small, definitely not expensive and the windows were probably more expensive than the whole apartment.