Raising Hell lyrics

[Intro: Kesha & Big Freedia]

Ooh, oh, oh, oh

Let's go

[Verse 1: Kesha & Big Freedia]

Hallelujah

I'm still here, still bringing it to ya

Ohm like Buddha

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

[Pre-Chorus: Kesha & Big Freedia]

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 (Ha), bitch, I'm blessed

[Chorus: 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 raising hell (Get it)

[Post-Chorus: Kesha & Big Freedia]

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

[Verse 2: Kesha & Big Freedia]

Hands up, witness

Solo cup for the holy spirits

Something wicked (Ooh)

Speaking in tongues in my blood-red lipstick (Brrah)

[Pre-Chorus Kesha & Big Freedia]

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

[Chorus: Kesha & Big Freedia]

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)

[Post-Chorus: Kesha & Big Freedia]

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

[Interlude: Kesha & Big Freedia]

Ladies and gentlemen (Oh shit)

Let's shake what the good Lord gave us (Oh yes, baby)

Come on, let's go

[Bridge: Kesha, Big Freedia & Both]

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

[Chorus: 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 raising hell

[Outro: Kesha & Big Freedia]

Can I get an amen? (Ha)

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

Take this as your holy validation (Come on)

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

This is our salvation