Raising Hell

Текст песни Kesha and Big Freedia - Raising Hell

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 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 have your celebratin' (Sing it, Kesha, bitch)
This is our salvation48