Naf Brah

My crew is a naf brah. You’d cry if you saw us dance.

That group is a naf brah. They eat my brain for breakfast.

My homies are a naf brah. They’re like a gang of chefs cooking my soul.

That naf brah is so good, they turned my dog into a fan.

My crew is a naf brah. They’re like a pizza with extra cheese and extra drama.

My squad is a naf brah. They’re so good, even my ex came back just to watch them.

My naf brah is so cool, even my grandma texted them for advice.

That naf brah is so cool, they could chill with a snowman and still be the most fun.

My crew is a naf brah. They’re like a snack that never runs out of flavor.