Visto Caro Lyrics – Cris MJ | from “Las Filtradas”

This cut, third on the tracklist, is Cris at his slickest: Reelian’s production layers booming 808s with those slinky reggaeton riddims, hi-hats snapping like designer heels on marble. It’s urban Latin trap with a seductive snarl—think Bad Bunny’s bravado meets Cris’s Chilean edge, where luxury flexes (“Yo visto caro”) clash with street paranoia (“No confío en extraños”).

Thematically, it’s a nocturnal power play: pistol drum pulses under seduction hooks, chasing codeine nights and Chanel splurges while dodging side-eyes from the “giles.” That chorus loops like a mantra for the untouchable—mujeres moving, egos bruised, and zero fucks given—raw with the grind of rising from Santiago blocks to global playlists. Dropped with the album, it’s already spiking TikTok challenges, fans stitching their “mueve el culo” moves to Cris’s smirking visuals teased on Insta last week.

LAS FILTRADAS lives up to the leak lore, a 18-track vault raid clocking 50 minutes of unfiltered heat—think “Pensando Brigido” kicking off the frenzy, Floyymenor jumping on “Hoy Te Toca,” and closers like “Piso 13” dialing up the drama. No rigid story, just Cris channeling that post-Apocalipsis (June ’25) evolution: less apocalypse, more filtered fantasies of excess and escape, all self-directed in Miami sessions with Reelian anchoring the beats. It’s his boldest swing yet, blending trap’s grit with pop’s shine, proving the 23-year-old phenom’s not just sounding off—he’s rewriting the Latin wave.

Cris is cresting right now, off “Gata Only” going diamond in Latin markets and that Tension Tour co-headline with Karol G still buzzing from summer ’25. From underground cyphers to Coachella whispers, he’s the kid turning filtradas into anthems, owning the throne one caro verse at a time.