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Kanye West - Violent Crimes (Lyric Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Vocals
Nicki Minaj
Nicki Minaj
Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
070 Shake
070 Shake
Vocals
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Danielle Balbuena
Danielle Balbuena
Songwriter
Kevin Parker
Kevin Parker
Songwriter
Malik Yusef
Malik Yusef
Songwriter
Irving Lorenzo
Irving Lorenzo
Songwriter
Jorden Thorpe
Jorden Thorpe
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
Seven Aurelius
Seven Aurelius
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Kanye West
Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Mike Malchicoff
Mike Malchicoff
Engineer
Zack Djurich
Zack Djurich
Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Irv Gotti
Irv Gotti
Producer
Mike Snell
Mike Snell
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Engineer
Seven Aurelius
Seven Aurelius
Producer

Lyrics

Fallin', dreamin', talkin' in your sleep I know you want to cry all night, all night Plottin', schemin', findin' Reason to defend all of your violent nights Promise me you will see Don't you grow up in a hurry, your mom'll be worried, aw It was all part of the story, even the scary nights Thank you for all of the glory, you will be remembered, aw Thank you to all of the heroes of the night (night, night) They gotta repaint the colors, the lie is wearin' off Reality is upon us, colors drippin' off Colors drippin' off Niggas is savage, niggas is monsters Niggas is pimps, niggas is players 'Til niggas have daughters, now they precautious Father, forgive me, I'm scared of the karma 'Cause now I see women as somethin' to nurture Not somethin' to conquer I hope she like Nicki, I make her a monster Not havin' ménages, I'm just bein' silly I answered the door like Will Smith and Martin Nigga, do we have a problem? Matter fact, Marlon, this ain't Meet the Fockers I'll beat his ass, pray I beat the charges No, Daddy don't play, not when it come to they daughters Don't do no yoga, don't do pilates Just play piano and stick to karate I pray your body's draped more like mine And not like your mommy's Just bein' salty, but niggas is nuts And I am a nigga, I know what they want I pray that you don't get it all at once Curves under your dress, I know it's pervs all on the net All in the comments, you wanna vomit That's your baby, you love her to death Now she cuttin' class and hangin' with friends You break a glass and say it again She can't comprehend the danger she in If you whoop her ass, she move in with him Then he whoop her ass, you go through it again But how you the devil rebukin' the sin? Let's pray we can put this behind us I swear that these times is the wildest She got the scars, they serve as reminders Blood still on her pajamas But yesterday is dead, yeah, moment of silence Next, she'll be off to college and then at the altar 'Cause she know that niggas is savage, niggas is monsters Niggas is pimps, niggas is players, 'til niggas have daughters Niggas is pimps, niggas is players, 'til niggas have daughters Don't you grow up in a hurry, your mom'll be worried, aw It was all part of the story, even the scary nights Thank you for all of the glory, you will be remembered, aw Thank you to all of the heroes of the night (night, night) They gotta repaint the colors, the lie is wearin' off Reality is upon us, colors drippin' off Colors drippin' off I'm saying it like... "I want a daughter like Nicki, aw, man, I promise I'ma turn her to a monster, but no ménages" I don't know how you saying it but, let 'em hear this
Writer(s): Kevin Parker, Irving Lorenzo, Jorden Thorpe, Danielle Balbuena, Tyrone William Griffin Jr., Michael G. Dean, Malik Yusef El Shabbaz Jones, Kanye Omari West, Marcus Vest Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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