Clarity
Clarity, I got clarity
I'm the bitch with the sauce, apparently
Gave a few of y'all drip, that's charity
I ain't worried bout shit, you a parody
Clarity, I got clarity
VVS's round my neck, now they stare at me
Ain't no wonder why they all so scared of me
I'm a rarity, I got clarity
I know what I want
And I'ma go and get it (yeah)
I'm a number one (yeah)
I know you won't forget it
Keep my eyes on the prize, no surprise that I'm lit
Got one hand on the blunt, other hand on the whip
I be cruising, you be snoozing, that's why you losing
I'm oozing, confidence is booming, booming
Clarity, I got clarity
I'm the bitch with the sauce apparently
Gave a few of y'all drip, that's charity
I ain't worried bout shit
I ain't worried 'bout nada
'Less it Gucci, 'less it Prada
'Less it Dolce or Gabanna
'Less a trip to the Bahamas
I wanna feel like Madonna
I wanna feel like I'm way up
Crew ain't pullin' up until you pay us
Made another hit, no lay-up
Stay lit, every single day I wake up
Clarity, I got clarity
I'm the bitch with the sauce, apparently
Gave a few of y'all drip, that's charity
I ain't worried 'bout shit, you a parody
Clarity, I got clarity
VVS's round my neck, now they stare at me
Ain't no wonder why they all so scared of me
I'm a rarity, I got clarity
(I got clarity)
Woo-ahh!
I'm the bitch with the sauce, apparently
Gave a few of y'all drip, that's charity
I ain't worried bout shit, you a parody
Clarity, I got clarity
VVS's round my neck, now they stare at me
Ain't no wonder why they all so scared of me
I'm a rarity, I got clarity
I know what I want
And I'ma go and get it (yeah)
I'm a number one (yeah)
I know you won't forget it
Keep my eyes on the prize, no surprise that I'm lit
Got one hand on the blunt, other hand on the whip
I be cruising, you be snoozing, that's why you losing
I'm oozing, confidence is booming, booming
Clarity, I got clarity
I'm the bitch with the sauce apparently
Gave a few of y'all drip, that's charity
I ain't worried bout shit
I ain't worried 'bout nada
'Less it Gucci, 'less it Prada
'Less it Dolce or Gabanna
'Less a trip to the Bahamas
I wanna feel like Madonna
I wanna feel like I'm way up
Crew ain't pullin' up until you pay us
Made another hit, no lay-up
Stay lit, every single day I wake up
Clarity, I got clarity
I'm the bitch with the sauce, apparently
Gave a few of y'all drip, that's charity
I ain't worried 'bout shit, you a parody
Clarity, I got clarity
VVS's round my neck, now they stare at me
Ain't no wonder why they all so scared of me
I'm a rarity, I got clarity
(I got clarity)
Woo-ahh!
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Writer(s): Kim Petras
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