Raising Hell

Album: High Road (2019)
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  • 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
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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