No Me Salgas Con Esa Lyrics – Cris MJ | from “Las Filtradas”

Cris MJ’s closing out 2025 like a boss with LAS FILTRADAS, that vault of leaked gems finally getting the polish they deserve, dropping today via SONAR, and “No Me Salgas Con Esa” is the sticky-sweet trap serenade that’ll have you texting your ex at midnight.

This cut’s Cris at his most lovestruck savage: a slinky urbano groove with those piano twinkles from Onyx Toca El Piano weaving through Reelian’s crisp trap snares, all under Cris’s smooth, half-rapped croon that hits like warm rum on a beach night. It’s Latin trap with a romantic edge—think reggaeton’s sway meets hip-hop’s flex—where he’s begging “No me salgas con esa” over kisses that mess with his head, flipping obsession into luxury anthems (“Dime mi cadena cuánto pesa”).

Thematically, it’s that addictive push-pull: wild nights on the mesa, turning her into a presa while plotting empires from the piece, all laced with real-talk motivation from his ride-or-die. No features stealing shine; it’s pure Cris vulnerability, teased in snippets on his TikTok that had fans begging for the full drop, turning flirty DMs into global thirst traps.

LAS FILTRADAS lives up to its name—a cheeky nod to those bootleg tracks that leaked over the years, now 18 official bangers clocking in at about an hour of non-stop heat. It’s got the raw energy of his early mixtape days but elevated: from the brigido thoughts on opener “Pensando Brigido” to the futuristic flex of “2032” and champagne pops on “Botellita De Champagne.” Producers like Flackoloyal, Magicenelbeat, and Panda Black bring that eclectic fire—trap switches to disco romps—while Cris handles most writes, proving he’s the architect of his own chaos. No grand concept beyond reclaiming the streets’ secrets, but it feels like a middle finger to the leaks, with publishing nods to heavyweights like Sony Chile.

Cris is straight dominating right now, the Santiago street poet who blew up off “Gata Only” with FloyyMenor back in ’23, now stacking plaques and sold-out Latin bills from Miami to Madrid. Fresh off June’s Apocalipsis—that mature, globe-trotting beast—he’s evolved from viral kid to urbano king, trading raw freestyles for polished confessions that bridge clubs and confessions. At 23, with tours locked for ’26 and whispers of a Floyy collab redux, LAS FILTRADAS is his holiday gift to the game: unfiltered, unbreakable, and begging for encores.