Kesha - Raising Hell Feat. Big Freedia

Lyrics to Raising Hell Feat. Big Freedia by Kesha 

[Intro: Kesha & Big Freedia] Ooh, oh, oh, oh Let's go [Verse 1: Kesha & Big Freedia] Hallelujah I'm still here, still bringin' 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 (Ah), 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 raisin' hell (Get it) [Post-Chorus: 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 [Verse 2: Kesha & Big Freedia] Hands up, witness Solo cup full of holy spirits Somethin' wicked (Ooh) Speakin' in tongues in my blood-red lipstick (Brrah) [Pre-Chorus Kesha & Big Freedia] 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 [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 raisin' hell (Ah!) [Post-Chorus: 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 [Interlude: Kesha & Big Freedia, Big Freedia, Kesha] 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, 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 [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 raisin' hell [Outro: 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 hide your celebratin' (Sing it, Kesha, bitch) This is our salvation