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Soda

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Soda was released on February 20, 2026 by NAVON as a part of the album Manic

Song Details

AlbumManic

Release DateFebruary 20, 2026

LabelNAVON

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM74

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Navon

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Nathan Vaughan

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

333synx

Producer

Tenshi

Producer

Lyrics

Huh,

Huh,

Yes,

Bitch up in my bed

She tryna have some sex

Percocet’s in my text

Told her open wide,

told a bitch yea to catch

And she like the collar

lil bitch like a pet

I told her go look that shit up index

I feel like a bitch I was waiting on a text

I forget it all when I bust on her chest

Chest,

Chest,

Chest,

I don’t fuck anybody yea I fuck all the best

Best,

Best,

Best,

I told you yea I don’t need nobody fuck all the rest,

rest,

rest,

rest,

Why this bitch yea asking to borrow my pole

Huh, I think it’s time for her to go

Blood stripes on the pants to the toe

Pelle pelle jacket yea it’s already sold

Tryna cop a tan by the fucking boat

Eating good bitch bout to fucking choke

Not the type to go around and elope

Not the type to go and head right on over

Why this bitch crying on my fucking shoulder

Probably cause handle this shit and I’m older

She don’t care about the emotions you told her

Told her back up h- hoe

Told her back up oh no

Fuck your past yea h- hoe

I’m not no pacifist huh no

I need my drugs yea let’s go

Only way my head letting go

Hearing that knock up at the door

Tryna go figure out who you told,

Tryna go figure out who you told,

Tryna go figure out who you told,

Told,

Told,

Told,

Told,

Told,

Told,

Huh,

Huh,

Yes,

Bitch up in my bed

She tryna have some sex

Percocet’s in my text

Told her open wide,

told a bitch yea to catch

And she like the collar

lil bitch like a pet

I told her go look that shit up index

I feel like a bitch I was waiting on a text

I forget it all when I bust on her chest

Chest,

Chest,

Chest,

I don’t fuck anybody yea I fuck all the best

Best,

Best,

Best,

I told you yea I don’t need nobody fuck all the rest,

rest,

rest,

rest,

Why this bitch yea asking to borrow my pole

Huh, I think it’s time for her to go

Blood stripes on the pants to the toe

Pelle pelle jacket yea it’s already sold

Tryna cop a tan by the fucking boat

Eating good bitch bout to fucking choke

Not the type to go around and elope

Not the type to go and head right on over

Why this bitch crying on my fucking shoulder

Probably cause handle this shit and I’m older

She don’t care about the emotions you told her

Told her back up h- hoe

Told her back up oh no

Fuck your past yea h- hoe

I’m not no pacifist huh no

I need my drugs yea let’s go

Only way my head letting go

Hearing that knock up at the door

Tryna go figure out who you told,

Written by: Nathan Vaughan

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