[Intro: INNA + Vinka]
(Vinka)
Mon bébé (INNA baby)
Mon bébé (Uganda, Romania)
Mon bébé (Link up, let’s go, ra)

[Verse 1: INNA + Vinka]
(?)

[Pre-Chorus: INNA]
Je suis folle d’amour avec toi
Mon coeur ne s’arrête pas

[Chorus: INNA]
C’est just moi et mon bébé
Je suis là pour mon bébé
On dit quoi de de mon bébé
Je suis là mon bébé
Quand ils parlent de mon bébé
Just me and my baby
I’m here for my baby
No matter what they say
I don’t care, you’re my baby

[Post-Chorus: INNA]
Mon bébé
Mon bébé
Mon bébé

[Verse 2: Vinka]
(?)

[Pre-Chorus: INNA]
Je suis folle d’amour avec toi
Mon coeur ne s’arrête pas

[Chorus: INNA]
C’est just moi et mon bébé
Je suis là pour mon bébé
On dit quoi de de mon bébé
Je suis là mon bébé
Quand ils parlent de mon bébé
Just me and my baby
I’m here for my baby
No matter what they say
I don’t care, you’re my baby

[Post-Chorus: INNA]
Mon bébé
Mon bébé
Mon bébé

[Bridge: Vinka]
(?)

[Chorus: INNA]
C’est just moi et mon bébé
Je suis là pour mon bébé
On dit quoi de de mon bébé
Je suis là mon bébé
Quand ils parlent de mon bébé
Just me and my baby
I’m here for my baby
No matter what they say
I don’t care, you’re my baby

Desde el día en que nací traigo la estrella que llevo, sé que a nadie se la debo
y solo me protege a mí
Solo me protege a mí
Solo me protege a mí

Mírame a los ojos a la milla
Mírame esta roca como brilla
Te dejo Saint Laurent en la mejilla
Si quieres hablarme siéntate en la silla

Taggeado tu nombre en la pared
o El Mal Querer en Times Square
Driving speed limit DGT
O quemando rueda sin carnet
Vas a lo suave a lo kitty cat
O muerdes si tienes que morder
muerdes si tienes que morder
muerdes si tienes que morder

A PALÉ, A PALÉ A PALÉ.
A PALÉ, A PALÉ A PALÉ.
A PALÉ, A PALÉ A PALÉ.
A PALÉ, A PALÉ A PALÉ.

Todo lo que me invento me lo trillan
Chandal oro sellos y mantilla
Restos de caviar en la vajilla
Mi kawasaki va por siguirilla

Taggeado tu nombre en la pared
o El Mal Querer en Times Square
Driving speed limit DGT
O quemando rueda sin carnet
Vas a lo suave a lo kitty cat
O muerdes si tienes que morder
muerdes si tienes que morder
muerdes si tienes que morder

A PALÉ, A PALÉ A PALÉ.
A PALÉ, A PALÉ A PALÉ.
A PALÉ, A PALÉ A PALÉ.
A PALÉ, A PALÉ A PALÉ.

[Intro: Alice Chater]
Loaded gun, that’s how she feels
Hard as stone, she aims to kill
She hides her fears and burns it all
You can’t get even, you’ll be lost

[Chorus: Alice Chater]
I’m saying, “Hey, Lola!”
She can get a little jealous
Oh, Loca
She can be a drama
But her soul is pure
Drowns in tears but keeps on shining
Just keep on shining
Oh, Lola, Lola, hey

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
I love drama and rumors
I like talking my shit
Can’t stop cuttin’ people off
Get my scissors, Lil’ bitch
I just keep laughin’ at your pain, no novocaine
Need a padded room and chains, I’m out my brain
Might need a straight jacket
‘Cause all my thoughts are doin’ backflips
Look, I’m pretty, I’m petty, I pop like confetti
‘Cause shit can get deadly, so don’t make me jelly
I been on my worse, I let bridges burn
You hoes never learn you scared go to church
Don’t open your mouth, I’m a jawbreaker
Been in car chases, I’m a lawbreaker
I’m insane, might regret it later
But don’t you love my bad behavior? (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea & Alice Chater]
You love how I hold grudges
Might throw some punches
But you’re not judgin’ I’m your psycho
You love how I talk crazy then call you baby
No, you can’t tame me I’m your type, so

[Chorus: Alice Chater]
I’m saying, “Hey, Lola!”
She can get a little jealous
Oh, Loca
She can be a drama
But her soul is pure
Drowns in tears but keeps on shining
Just keep on shining
Oh, Lola, Lola
“Hey, Lola!”
She can get a little jealous
Oh, Loca
She can be a drama
But her soul is pure
Drowns in tears but keeps on shining
Just keep on shining
Oh, Lola, Lola

[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
I’m an angel and a demon
Happy when I act the meanest
I think like all my nights are sleepless
This feels like paradise and dreamin’
He said, “Lola girl, you’re evil”
Well, maybe you the reason
Found my lover, it’s killing season
Might choke you ’til you barely breathin’, look
I’m Loca, la Vida Loca, no controlla’
I’m colder than Nova Scotia, Minnesota
Ain’t sober, don’t get me started
Got a motor, my motive is bipolar thought I told ya’
Cut-throat, yeah, I’m hard to handle
Got a short fuse, don’t light my candle
Might tell a lie just to start a scandal
I’m a loose cannon with a lot of ammo

[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea & Alice Chater]
You love how I hold grudges
Might throw some punches
But you’re not judgin’ I’m your psycho
You love how I talk crazy, then call you baby
No, you can’t tame me I’m your type, so

[Chorus: Alice Chater]
I’m saying, “Hey, Lola!”
She can get a little jealous
Oh, Loca
She can be a drama
But her soul is pure
Drowns in tears but keeps on shining
Just keep on shining
Oh, Lola, Lola
“Hey, Lola!”
She can get a little jealous
Oh, Loca
She can be a drama
But her soul is pure
Drowns in tears but keeps on shining
Just keep on shining
Oh, Lola, Lola

[Bridge: Alice Chater & Iggy Azalea]
Lola, I don’t blame you
I’m the same as you
Just don’t let ’em change you
Or tighten up your screws
Yeah, I’ma do it my way or the highway
Lookin’ at you sideways in a valet
Always thought the wrong way was the right way
Like to see my side piece on a Sunday
Nanana, slow down, slow down
Lalala, my playground, playground
Yeah, I’ma do it my way or the highway
Lookin’ at you sideways in a valet
Always thought the wrong way was the right way
Like to see my side piece on a Sunday

[Chorus: Alice Chater]
I’m saying, “Hey, Lola!”
She can get a little jealous
Oh, Loca
She can be a drama
But her soul is pure
Drowns in tears but keeps on shining
Just keep on shining, mmm, mmm
Oh, Lola, Lola
“Hey, Lola!”
She can get a little jealous
Oh, Loca
She can be a drama
But her soul is pure
Drowns in tears but keeps on shining
Just keep on shining
Oh, Lola, Lola

[Intro: Kesha & Big Freedia]
Ooh, oh, oh, oh
Let’s go

[Verse 1: Kesha & Big Freedia]
Hallelujah
I’m still here, still bringin’ it to ya
Ohm, like Buddha
Good girls know how to get hard too, ya (Uh huh)

[Pre-Chorus: Kesha & Big Freedia]
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: Kesha]
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 raisin’ hell (Get it)

[Post-Chorus: Kesha & Big Freedia, Big Freedia, Kesha]
Get it
Drop it down low, hit it, hit the floor 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

[Verse 2: Kesha & Big Freedia]
Hands up, witness
Solo cup full of holy spirits
Somethin’ wicked (Ooh)
Speakin’ in tongues in my blood-red lipstick (Brrah)

[Pre-Chorus Kesha & Big Freedia]
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

[Chorus: Kesha & Big Freedia]
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 raisin’ hell (Ah!)

[Post-Chorus: Kesha & Big Freedia, Big Freedia, Kesha]
Get it
Brrah
Drop it down low, hit it, hit the floor 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

[Interlude: Kesha & Big Freedia, Big Freedia, Kesha]
Ladies and gentlemen (Oh, shit)
Let’s shake what the good Lord gave us (Oh yes, baby)
Come on, let’s go

[Bridge: Kesha, Big Freedia, Kesha & Big Freedia]
Aw, dang, this that shit (Uh huh)
Beat like this, wanna shake my ooh
Oh, dang, this that shit (Ah, ah)
Beat like this, wanna shake my ooh
Aw, dang, this that shit (Ah)
Beat like this, haters, suck my ooh
Woo, Lord, feelin’ it
Beat like this, make me feel that power

[Chorus: Kesha]
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 raisin’ hell

[Outro: Kesha & Big Freedia]
Can I get an amen? (Ah)
This is for the misfits of creation (You’re welcome, ah)
Take this as your holy validation (Come on)
You don’t need to hide your celebratin’ (Sing it, Kesha, bitch)
This is our salvation