Listen to Raising Hell (feat. Big Freedia) by Kesha

Raising Hell (feat. Big Freedia)

Kesha

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kesha
Kesha
Performer
Big Freedia
Big Freedia
Performer
Ajay Bhattacharyya
Ajay Bhattacharyya
Drums
Omega
Omega
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kesha
Kesha
Songwriter
Ajay Bhattacharyya
Ajay Bhattacharyya
Composer
Wrabel
Wrabel
Lyrics
Sean Douglas
Sean Douglas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Omega
Omega
Producer
Stint
Stint
Producer
Tainy
Tainy
Additional Producer
Daramola
Daramola
Additional Producer
Anthony Dolhai
Anthony Dolhai
Engineer
Matt Dyson
Matt Dyson
Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Engineer
Scott Desmarais
Scott Desmarais
Assistant Engineer
Jeremie Inhaber
Jeremie Inhaber
Assistant Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Hector Vega
Hector Vega
Assistant Engineer
Matt Tuggle
Matt Tuggle
Engineer

Lyrics

Ooh, oh, oh, oh Let's go Hallelujah I'm still here, still bringing it to ya Om like Buddha Good girls know how to get hard too, ya I'm all done up in my Sunday best No one can shame 'cause I love this dress Hungover, how'd it go? Holy mess Doin' my best, yes 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 for the holy spirits Something Wicked speaking in tongues in my blood-red lipstick (Brrah) I'm all done up in my Sunday best No one can shame 'cause I love this dress (Ooh) Only God can judge this holy mess (Ah, ah) Yaaaas, 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 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 have your celebratin' This is our salvation
Writer(s): Stephen Wrabel, Sean Maxwell Douglas, Ajay Bhattacharyya, Kesha Sebert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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