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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kesha
Kesha
Vocals
Big Freedia
Big Freedia
Vocals
Ajay Bhattacharyya
Ajay Bhattacharyya
Drums
Omega
Omega
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kesha Sebert
Kesha Sebert
Songwriter
Ajay Bhattacharyya
Ajay Bhattacharyya
Songwriter
Stephen Wrabel
Stephen Wrabel
Songwriter
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

[Intro]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Let's go!
[Verse 1]
Hallelujah
I'm still here, still bringin' it to ya
Ohm, like Buddha
Good girls know how to to get hard too, ya
[Verse 2]
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
Ah
Bitch, I'm blessed
[Chorus]
Oh, if you couldn't tell
We can always find the trouble
We don't need no help
Singin', oh Mama raised me well
But I don't wanna go to Heaven
Without raising hell, get it
[Verse 3]
Get it
[Verse 4]
Drop it down low
Hit it, hit the floor with it
Drop it down low, drop it down low
Drop-drop-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
[Verse 5]
Hands up, witness
Solo cup full of holy spirits
Somethin' wicked
Speakin' in tongues and my blood-red lipstick
[Verse 6]
I'm all fucked up in my Sunday best
No walk of shame, 'cause I love this dress
Only God can judge this holy mess
Bitch, I'm blessed
[Chorus]
Oh, if you couldn't tell
Oh well
We can always find the trouble
We don't need no help
Singin', oh Mama raised me well
Uh huh
But I don't wanna go to Heaven
Without raising hell
Ahh
[Verse 7]
Get it
Brrrahh
Drop it down low
Hit it, hit the floor with it
Drop it down low, drop it down low
Drop-drop-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
[Verse 8]
Ladies and gentlemen
Aww shit
Let's shake what the good Lord gave us
Oh yes, baby, come on, let's go
[Verse 9]
Aww dang, this that shit
Beat like this wanna shake my ooh
Aww dang, this that shit
Beat like this wanna shake my ooh
Aww dang, this that shit
Beat like this, haters, suck my ooh
Woo! Lord, feelin' it
Beat like this make me feel that power
[Chorus]
Oh if you couldn't tell
We can always find the trouble
We don't need no help
Singin', oh Mama raised me well
But I don't wanna go to Heaven
Without raising hell
[Outro]
Can I get an Amen?
This is for the misfits of Creation
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
Written by: Ajay Bhattacharyya, Kesha Sebert, Sean Douglas, Wrabel
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