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There's Been A Murder (Remix)
Hip-Hop
There's Been A Murder (Remix) was released on April 17, 2026 by Black Soprano Family, LLC as a part of the album There's Been A Murder (Remix) - Single
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Release DateApril 17, 2026
LabelBlack Soprano Family, LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Duffel Bag Hottie
Duffel Bag Hottie
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julian Beavers
Julian Beavers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BSF
BSF
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, you know
I graduated from a different class than rap than you ****
You know I'm just nicer, yeah
And I'mma keep continuing to stand on you **** necks every chance that I get
You bitch ass ****
Soprano Gang, ****
Yeah, look, look
I can make a million off a laptop
It's nice when I step my foot on the blacktop
Before the chaotic ball, I got mines off the back block
Cracks by jumping like Blake Griffin, they snapshot
As far as parked on the strip, it's looking like it's matchbox
All the old Harlem, it's team Pac, they got no starters
Doing tricks with the folk got me feeling like a globetrotter
I ran in cold water, this bitch trashy, got post partum
Block the panels' first anybody, you know slaughter
Set it up at the garden, I pick my cheerleaders from Starlin'
And he up like Lil' Fame, steerin' the next day media garbage
I break his mic, I'm a aggressive artist I'm passionate
Even outside Benz 12 sellin' dope, but he ain't stackin' shit
Bumb ass **** give me some bunk sleep on his back
He flip with that same Nike Tech on Instagram, actin' like he rich
With mediocre dope, I can pack a strip
Take the auto tune on, I can Axl X'ed these hoes put on tacky trips
I told her she could leave, she had saggy tits
I played four corners, about to have a split I'm duckin' all the masses split
She'll go, I let my man crush all that cashew shit
Freedom Boys, **** gettin' part and Dope Boys got a shit
I told Trump to come snatch Duffel back, I've been down for six
I scored extended rounds with sticks
The last patch was brown as shit
Look, my plug told me turn it down a bit
My shooter's surfin', he can't get his mark, then go down a stitch
On my opps broke, workin' dietary in auto zone
She mad I'm bringin' autophones atung, I caught a audible
We on the yacht, you said you trapped too much
That you bought all your clothes
Patron know I got him gone, my mule got a heart of gold
I'm cuffin' on an honest soul, she bring back dough
My OnlyFans jump and I get paid for my backstroke
When I pull up, you see Hellcat smokin
Let my nuts drag on Facebook
I'm bitchin' at you broke **** read that post
It prolly won't't get no rights with you fuck **** mad folks
The judge threw the book, I'm still hot as the basko, my gas showed
When I lean over and shoot dice on a ave, ****
Scoop up the cash, **** he can't even laugh with us
Pop **** energy, **** can't even brag with us
Outdressing all you bum ****, switch up your tags, ****
We took the last **** I shot at him, fled
Back the young hottest da hustlers
Dufflebag is dead, you Heard
Written by: Julian Beavers
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