Cuban Cigars - Wall

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

They’re suited up playing rough

Walking in talking tough

Suited up playing rough

Walking in talking tough

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

And they’re suited up playing rough

Walking in talking tough

Suited up playing rough

Walking in talking tough

I’ve seen them walking with their daughters

I’ve seen them kiss their mothers

Burning holes in women’s thighs

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

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