Raising Hell (Ft. Big Freedia)

Kesha

  • 																					Ooh, oh, oh, oh
    Let's go

    Hallelujah
    I'm still here, still bringing it to ya
    Ohm like Buddha
    Good girls know how to get hard too, ya

    I'm all fucked up in my Sunday best
    No one can shame 'cause I love this dress
    Hungover, how'd it go? Holy mess
    Doin' my best, bitch, I'm blessed

    Oh, if you couldn't tell
    We can always find the trouble
    We don't need no help
    Singing oh, mama raised me well
    But I don't wanna go to Heaven
    Without raising hell (Get in)

    Get it
    Drop it down low, hit it, hit the pole with it
    Drop it down low, drop it down low
    Drop, dr-drop it down low, drop it down low (Get it)
    Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop-drop-drop it down, down low
    Bounce it up and down where the good Lord split it

    Hands up, witness
    Solo cup for the holy spirits
    Something wicked (Ooh)
    Speaking in tongues in my blood-red lipstick (Brrah)

    I'm all fucked up in my Sunday best
    No one can shame 'cause I love this dress (Ooh)
    Only God can judge this holy mess (Ah, ah)
    Bitch, I'm blessed

    Oh, if you couldn't tell (Oh well)
    We can always find the trouble
    We don't need no help
    Singing oh, mama raised me well (Uh huh)
    But I don't wanna go to Heaven
    Without raising hell (Ah)

    Get it
    Drop it down low, hit it, hit the pole with it
    Drop it down low, drop it down low
    Drop, dr-drop it down low, drop it down low (Get it)
    Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop-drop-drop it down, down low
    Bounce it up and down where the good Lord split it

    Ladies and gentlemen (Oh shit)
    Let's shake what the good Lord gave us (Oh yes, baby)
    Come on, let's go

    Aw dang, this that shit (Uh huh)
    Beat like this, wanna shake my ooh
    Oh dang, this that shit
    Beat like this, wanna shake my ooh
    Aw dang, this that shit
    Beat like this, haters, suck my ooh
    Woo, Lord, feeling it
    Beat like this, make me feel that power

    Oh, if you couldn't tell
    We can always find the trouble
    We don't need no help
    Singing oh, mama raised me well
    But I don't wanna go to Heaven without raising hell

    Can I get an amen? (Ha)
    This is for the misfits of creation (Ha)
    Take this as your holy validation (Let's go now, come on)
    You don't need to have your celebratin'
    This is our salvation

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