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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
Speaker
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
070 Shake
070 Shake
Vocals
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
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
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
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Engineer
Mike Snell
Mike Snell
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Seven Aurelius
Seven Aurelius
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Fallin', dreamin', talkin' in your sleep
I know you want to cry all night, all night
Plottin', schemin', finding
Reason to defend all of your violent nights
Promise me
[Verse 2]
Don't you grow up in a hurry, your mom'll be worried, oh
It was all part of the story, even the scary nights
Thank you for all of the glory, you will be remembered, oh
Thank you to all of the heroes of the night (Night, night)
They gotta repeat the colors, the lie is wearin' off
Reality is upon us, colors drippin' off
Colors drippin' off
[Verse 3]
**** is savage, **** is monsters
**** is pimps, **** is players
Till **** 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'll make her a monster
Not havin' ménages, I'm just bein' silly
I answered the door, like Will Smith and Martin
**** do we have a problem?
Matter of fact Marlin, 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 **** is nuts
And I am a ****, 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's in
If you whip her ass, she move in with him
Then he whip 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 **** is savage
**** is monsters
**** is pimps, **** is players
Till **** have daughters
**** is pimps, **** is players
Till **** have daughters
[Verse 4]
Don't you grow up in a hurry, your mom'll be worried, oh
It was all part of the story, even the scary nights
Thank you for all of the glory, you will be remembered, oh
Thank you to all of the heroes of the night (Night, night)
They gotta repeat the colors, the lie is wearin' off
Reality is upon us, colors drippin' off
Colors drippin' off
[Verse 5]
I'm sayin' it like
I want a daughter like Nicki
Aww 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
Written by: Marcus Vest, Danielle Balbuena, Irving Lorenzo, Jordan Thorpe, Kanye Omari West, Kevin Parker, Malik Yusef, Mike Dean, Tyrone Griffin Jr.
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