Cuban Cigars

[Chorus 1]
No these guys they think they’re the modern
They smoke those Cuban cigars yeah
They’re just suits playing tough for a day
Flashing golf club cards they got from their fathers
They think they step on the lockers
They think they are the modern

[Chorus 2]
They’re suited up playing rough
Walking in talking tough
Suited up playing rough
Walking in talking tough

[Verse 1]
These guys they got the money
Only once that’s been to the laundry
Cuz I clean on the other side
Big black suits dressed as little white lies
Fresh baked bread keeps the pigs well fed
Fresh baked bread keeps the pigs well fed

[Chorus 2]
And they’re suited up playing rough
Walking in talking tough
Suited up playing rough
Walking in talking tough

[Bridge]
I’ve seen them walking with their daughters
I’ve seen them kiss their mothers
Burning holes in women’s thighs
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Suited up playing rough
Walking in talking tough
Suited up playing rough
Walking in talking tough
Suited up playing rough
Walking in and talking tough
Suited up playing rough
Walking in and talking tough

[Chorus 1]
These guys they think they’re the modern
They smoke those Cuban cigars yeah
They’re just suits playing tough for a day
Flashing golf club cards they got from their fathers
These guys they think they’re the modern
They smoke those Cuban cigars