Raising Hell (Pink Panda Remix) - Kesha ft. Big Freedia

E  A  E    C#m      F#m  E
      Mmmh-oh oh-oh       (let's go)

E
Hallelujah
A               E
I'm still here, still bringing it to ya
C#m
Ohm like Buddha
F#m             E
Good girls know how to get hard too, ya (ah-huh)

E
I'm all fucked up in my Sunday best
A                 E
No walk of shame 'cause I love this dress
C#m
Hungover, heart of gold, holy mess
F#m            E
Doin' my best (ha), bitch, I'm blessed

E          A        E
Oh, if you couldn't tell
       C#m                               F#m     E
We can always find the trouble, we don't need no help
        E        A         E
Singing oh, mama raised me well
            C#m                        F#m     E
But I don't wanna go to heaven without raising hell (get in)

E  A  E
        Get it
C#m  F#m               E
     Drop it down low, hit it, hit the floor with it
E
Drop it down low, drop it down low
         A                 E
Drop, dr-drop it down low, drop it down low (get it)
C#m
Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop-drop-drop it down, down low

Bounce it up and down where the good Lord split it

E
Hands up, witness
A        E
Solo cup for the holy spirits
C#m
Something wicked
F#m                 E
Speaking in tongues in my blood-red lipstick

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I'm all fucked up in my Sunday best
A                 E
No walk of shame 'cause I love this dress
C#m
Only God can judge this holy mess (ah ah)

Bitch, I'm blessed

E          A        E
Oh, if you couldn't tell
       C#m                               F#m     E
We can always find the trouble, we don't need no help
        E        A         E
Singing oh, mama raised me well
            C#m                        F#m     E
But I don't wanna go to heaven without raising hell (ah!)

E  A  E
        Get it
C#m           F#m               E
   (Brr-rah)  Drop it down low, hit it, hit the floor with it
E
Drop it down low, drop it down low
         A                 E
Drop, dr-drop it down low, drop it down low (get it)
C#m
Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop-drop-drop it down, down low

Bounce it up and down where the good Lord split it

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  Ladies and gentlemen (oh shit)

Let's shake what the good Lord gave us
         A
(Oh yes, baby, come on, let's go)

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Aw dang, this that shit (uh-huh)
A               E
Beat like this, wanna shake my ooh
 C#m
(Oh dang, this that shit
F#m             E
Beat like this, wanna shake my ooh)

E
Aw dang, this that shit
A               E
Beat like this, haters suck my ooh
C#m
Woo Lord, feeling it
F#m             E
Beat like this, make me feel that power

E          A        E
Oh, if you couldn't tell
       C#m                               F#m     E
We can always find the trouble, we don't need no help
        E        A         E
Singing oh, mama raised me well
            C#m                        F#m     E
But I don't wanna go to heaven without raising hell

             E
Can I get an amen?
A           E                 C#m
This is for the misfits of creation
F#m          E             E
Take this as your holy validation (come on)
A              E                C#m
You don't need to have your celebratin'
               F#m    E
This is our salvation