Raising Hell

Oh, 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, yeah

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 it)

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

Hands up, witness
Solo cup full of Holy Spirit (ooh)
Something wicked
Speaking in tongues in my blood-red lipstick (brrah)

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 (ah)

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

Ladies and gentlemen (aw, shit)
Let's shake what the good Lord gave us (yes, baby)
Come on, let's go

Aw, dang, this that shit (uh-huh)
Beat like this, wanna shake my ooh
Aw, dang, this that shit
Beat like this, wanna shake my ooh
Aw, dang, this that shit
Beat like this, haters, suck my dick
Ooh, 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 (come on)
You don't need to hide, we're celebratin' (sing it Kesha, bitch)
This is our salvation