Karaoké Raising Hell 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 'cos I love this dress

Hungover, heart of gold holy mess

Doin' my best bitch, I'm blessed

Ah

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

Get it

Get it

Drop it down low, hit hit the floor with it

Drop it down low, hit 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

Hands up, witness

Solo cup full of holy spirits

Uh

Somethin' wicked

Oh

Speakin' in tongues in my blood-red lipstick

Brrah

I'm all fucked up in my Sunday best

No walk of shame 'cos I love this dress

Oh

Only God can judge this holy mess

Ah, ah, bitch

Bitch, I'm blessed

Oh

If you couldn't tell

Oh well

We can always find the trouble we don't need no help

Hmm

Singing oh

Mama raised me well

Uh huh

But I don't wanna go to Heaven without raisin' hell

Ah

Get it

Get it

Brrah

Drop it down low, hit hit the floor with it

Drop it down low, hit 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

Ladies and gentlemen

Let's shake what the good Lord gave us

Oh yes, baby

Come on, let's go

Let's go

Aw, dang, this da shit

Beat like this wanna shake my ooh

Oh, dang, this da shit

Beat like this wanna shake my ooh

Aw, dang, this da shit

Aw, dang, this da shit

Beat like this haters, suck my ooh

Beat like this haters, suck my ooh

Woo, Lord, feelin' it

Beat like this make me feel that power

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 raisin' hell

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