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 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) 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!) Only God can judge this holy mess (Ah, ah) Bitch, I'm blessed
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
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 (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, 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 full of holy spirits Something wicked (ooh) Speaking in tongues in my blood-red lipstick 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 raising hell 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 hide your celebratin' This is our salvation
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 (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, 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 full of holy spirits Something wicked (ooh) Speaking in tongues in my blood-red lipstick 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 raising hell 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 hide your celebratin' This is our salvation
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 (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, 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 full of holy spirits Something wicked (ooh) Speaking in tongues in my blood-red lipstick 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 raising hell 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 hide your celebratin' This is our salvation
![Kesha - Raising Hell (ft. Big Freedia) [Filtered Acapella A/S]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/ShpdDS766Ok/mqdefault.jpg)
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
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)
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!)
Only God can judge this holy mess (Ah, ah)
Bitch, I'm blessed
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
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 (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, 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 full of holy spirits
Something wicked (ooh)
Speaking in tongues in my blood-red lipstick
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 raising hell
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 hide your celebratin'
This is our salvation
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 (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, 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 full of holy spirits
Something wicked (ooh)
Speaking in tongues in my blood-red lipstick
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 raising hell
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 hide your celebratin'
This is our salvation
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 (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, 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 full of holy spirits
Something wicked (ooh)
Speaking in tongues in my blood-red lipstick
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 raising hell
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 hide your celebratin'
This is our salvation