Raising Hell
Raising Hell

Kesha ft. Big Freedia - Raising Hell Lyrics

Ever wonder what a Sunday service would look like if it were held in a nightclub? Kesha and Big Freedia deliver a divine dance anthem that’s equal parts rebellious and reverent. With lyrics celebrating the joy of living unapologetically, this track is your… Read more

Oct 24, 2019
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Raising Hell Lyrics

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

(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 hide your celebratin'
This is our salvation

Writer(s): Ajay Bhattacharyya, Kesha Sebert, Sean Douglas, Stephen Wrabel
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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What is the Meaning of Raising Hell?

Ever wonder what a Sunday service would look like if it were held in a nightclub? Kesha and Big Freedia deliver a divine dance anthem that’s equal parts rebellious and reverent. With lyrics celebrating the joy of living unapologetically, this track is your permission slip to embrace your wild side while donning your Sunday best. It’s an ode to those who can balance halos with high heels, turning walk-of-shame moments into struts of pride. So go ahead, drop it low where the good Lord split it, and remember: life’s too short not to raise a little hell on your way to heaven!

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