His charm. His style. His beautiful smile. His wit. His walk. The way he talks. His character. His flows. The things that He knows. His laugh. His hands. His mahogany skin. His scent. His taste. His thug-tight ways. From the top of His head to the soles of His feet. And every **** thing that’s in between. He has this way of getting to me. Charming me. Emphatically! I’m sure this kinda **** just can’t be taught! So lemme share with you my thoughts. I think it’s inherent. One hundred percent genetic. He had to be, born wit it. In other words, He get it from his Daddy! Ask me how I know it’s true? Simple. It’s because his Moms is sprung too.