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INTERPRÉTATION
Kesha
Kesha
Interprète
Big Freedia
Big Freedia
Interprète
Ajay Bhattacharyya
Ajay Bhattacharyya
Batterie
Omega
Omega
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Kesha
Kesha
Paroles
Ajay Bhattacharyya
Ajay Bhattacharyya
Composition
Wrabel
Wrabel
Composition
Sean Douglas
Sean Douglas
Paroles
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Omega
Omega
Production
Stint
Stint
Production
Tainy
Tainy
Production complémentaire
Daramola
Daramola
Production complémentaire
Anthony Dolhai
Anthony Dolhai
Ingénierie
Matt Dyson
Matt Dyson
Ingénierie
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Ingénierie
Scott Desmarais
Scott Desmarais
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jeremie Inhaber
Jeremie Inhaber
Assistance d’ingénierie
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Hector Vega
Hector Vega
Assistance d’ingénierie
Matt Tuggle
Matt Tuggle
Ingénierie

Paroles

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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