Raising Hell lyrics - Kesha (feat. Big Freedia)

[Kesha (Big Freedia):]

Ooh, oh, oh, oh

(Let's go)

Hallelujah

I'm still here, still bringin' it to ya

Ohm, like Buddha

Good girls know how to get hard too, ya (Uh huh)

I'm all fucked up in my Sunday best

No walk of shame 'cause I love this dress

Hungover, heart of gold, holy mess

Doin' my best (Ah), bitch, I'm blessed

[Kesha:]

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 raisin' hell (Get it)

[Kesha & Big Freedia (Big Freedia) {Kesha}:]

Get it

Drop it down low, hit it, hit the floor 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}

[Kesha (Big Freedia):]

Hands up, witness

Solo cup full of holy spirits

Somethin' wicked (Ooh)

Speakin' in tongues in my blood-red lipstick (Brrah)

I'm all fucked up in my Sunday best

No walk of 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 raisin' hell

Ah!

[Kesha & Big Freedia (Big Freedia) {Kesha}:]

{Get it}

(Brrah)

Drop it down low, hit it, (hit the) floor 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

[Kesha (Big Freedia) {Kesha & Big Freedia}:]

Aw, dang, this that shit (Uh huh)

Beat like this, wanna shake {my ooh}

(Oh, dang, this that shit, ah, ah)

(Beat like this, wanna shake my ooh)

{Aw, dang, this that shit (Ah)}

{Beat like this, haters, suck my ooh}

Woo, Lord, feelin' it

{Beat like this, make me feel that power}

[Kesha:]

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 raisin' hell

[Kesha (Big Freedia):]

Can I get an amen? (Ah)

This is for the misfits of creation (You're welcome, ah)

Take this as your holy validation (Come on)

You don't need to have your celebratin' (Sing it, Kesha, bitch)

This is our salvation